Priscilla
I stare at the door for a moment trying not to cry. It seems I cry a lot these days. Emily and Liz, both assure me that it’s normal. But I find myself frustrated with Jack. He seems to always be working or sleeping. I know rebuilding this pack is a lot of work. But he is also back to doing his electrician job. With winter his calls and workload have increased, and he refuses to hire another person to help.
I sigh and plate some food and squeeze into the tiny table as my son kicks hard against my ribs. “Really?” I grumble as I nibble at the bacon and poke my fork into the eggs. I am starving but I am not really feeling hungry now. I look around the tiny trailer we are living in until the house gets done.
A knock on the door makes me jump, “Come in,” I yell.
Liz steps into the
