*Molly*
We’ve been walking for a few hours when Calvin turns to me. “You smell more like yourself.”
I nod. I knew the mask of Stella’s scent wouldn’t last, but I had hoped. We’re just a few miles from Albert’s pack, so surely, we’ll make it back before it gets too bad.
I readjust the backpack on my back. I should have pumped before we left their house, but I didn’t even think about it then. I wiggle my shoulders in some hope that it will alleviate the pain in my chest, but nothing.
“What’s wrong?” Mom asks, concern on her face.
I didn’t pump before we left. My boobs may explode.
I remember that feeling. Should we stop? You don’t want to leak. Your scent will be strong.
Where would we stop? I’m not pumping in front of everyone.
Her eyes glass before she looks back at me
