SEVENTY SIX

"Wake up. Time for us to talk."

Mila was shivering with cold when the blanket was suddenly pulled roughly from her body. She curled up to the right, trying to find some more warmth, but her arms were suddenly pulled away and she was forced to sit up on her bed.

"Open your eyes, Milla. Until when are you going to sleep, huh?”

"Arghhh that hurts! Let go of my arm, Ezra.”

"It's already eleven o'clock. You need to get up and we need to talk."

“I only went to bed at three because I couldn't sleep. You should have given me more time to sleep.”

"I have a lot of work and I can't just sit around waiting for you to wake up."

"Then we'll talk later after you're done with your work."

Mila's eyes were too heavy to open. It was as if there were two large stones in both of her eyelids preventing her from opening her eyes. But Ezra kept screaming beside her and shaking herself awake.

"That's not all you woke up for. You also have to feed my son. Here is your milk."

Mila frowned and slowly s