Lyla

Shockingly, I was able to get up from my couch after Hafsa left without peeing my pants from the residual fear left over from her being inside my house.

I was still in shock, of course, but what drove me to eventually be able to peel myself off the couch was that my baby had no care about what was going on outside and only cared deep enough to remind me that I was still hungry.

My hands shook slightly as I made myself ...