*Micaela*

**He isn't here to save you now**

“The baby wants a sandwich with seven pickles.” I whine, even louder this time.

Why would he just take from the pickle? In that instant, I noticed the sandwich felt less appetizing to me.

“Why did you take from the pickle? It's supposed to be seven, and now it's six” I cried, falling into barrets' arms.

I noticed the slight pause from Barrett as it seemed like he was confused about what to do.

He lifted his left hand slightly ...