Scars of the Storm

"The baby's fine—he's just hungry," she said after a brief hesitation, pulling a cup from her backpack. Warm, fresh milk filled it. "Feed him some milk."

There's still fresh milk, even now.

Ever since giving birth, this mother had been running and hiding, scraping by on almost nothing nutritious, and her milk had dried up long ago.

There hadn't been any cow's milk either, so the baby had been surv