Boiling Point

Marcella

Matters came to a head when a truck rolled up the drive one evening. I had been inside, resting in the coolness of my room, my feet on a stool. This pregnancy was draining me and the environment I was in only made me feel worse.

The truth was that I felt threatened, insecure.

Would I be forced to leave?

Without my children?

The sight and smell of food made me sick, and I ate sparsely. I o