C127 Kindred Spirits

[Elise’s POV]

I stare down into Serenity’s face as she greedily sucks the bottle that I offer her while wishing that I could be so easily appeased. If only I were still a child who was oblivious to the viciousness and darkness of the world. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to live day to fucking day with all this pent-up rage and sorrow.

“She sure was hungry, wasn’t she?” Marty murmurs