Chapter 27 Twenty-seven

• The ramen steams in its cheap Styrofoam cup, the smell of artificial chicken making my stomach turn. I've been eating nothing but these energy bars for two days now.
• The fluorescent lights of the gas station store hum above me. I hunch over the small standing counter, trying to make myself invisible. My eyes are heavy, my back aches, and Matteo hasn't stopped kicking since yesterday morning.
• "Eat something," I whisper to my belly. "Please behave."