Sitting in the hammock, she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to gather herself. Her gaze fell on the glass of water by her side, and she picked it up from the floor. She walked slowly toward the kitchen.

She set the glass in the sink carefully, and that’s when she noticed a wooden fruit bowl on the counter, filled with fresh fruit. She grabbed a banana and ate it. It was so ripe and sweet that, without thinking, she reached for another. Only then did she realize how hungry she was. The lack of appetite from the past few days was giving way to a physical need her body could no longer ignore.

She opened the refrigerator, searching for something more. Her eyes landed on a bottle of strawberry yogurt. She poured some into a small glass and drank slowly, savoring the soft, sweet taste that spread across her tongue. She closed her eyes for a moment. That simple act brought her an unexpected sense of comfort.

Her hand moved to her belly, as if seeking there a bit of strength, a bit o