I was alone, seated on the deck with the food on the table. I’m still in my wet clothes while the towel is wrapped on my body. I’m silent and a bit shaking because of the cold. This type of coldness is something that’s not because of the weather. It’s like inside my stomach, it makes me numb.

”What more do you need ma’am?” the woman a while ago asked.

I looked at the food on the table and pursed my lips. “W-where’s Elijah?” I asked.

”Oh, he’s taking a dip on the other ...