C159 Desperate

Odis

A teary-eyed Olivia turns into a swinging door. I hold a bag of hot foot and a heavily pregnant Olivia sits on the couch as she stares blankly out of the window. She’d been craving lobster but didn’t bounce up and down like she normally does. She’s spiraling and I can see it.

“I don’t want it, O. I don’t want it.”

“You don’t have to eat the lobster if you don’t want to