Chapter 82

• Deeper my feet amble into the forest. My nose dances, trying to catch a whiff of the scent of the Caveman. But then it grips nothing. My heart ran to my chest. My baby. How far is the Caveman with him? What will my baby be feeling at this point? What’s the Caveman feeding him with?
• My baby is too fragile to be in the hands of a beast. I can’t imagine how much he has cried, searching for me. How much he wants to be in the arms of his mother and suck from my breast.
• The thought of it. The thought of my baby made drops of tears roll down my cheeks. Tears I promised not to let out. But my heart is aching for my baby. I can’t deny the fact that I'm scared. I know not what has become of him.