CHAPTER FOUR
Shana slowly opened her eyes to the tears of her crying baby. She was weak in the bones and down in the flesh, thirsty and hungry, she managed to breastfeed her baby. She suckled on her until she stopped crying.
"Tanya…" Shana called out to her baby as she stroked the child's forehead gently.
"Tanya…please let your father be safe…I pray for you…" She begged her child as tears ran down her cheeks.
She gathered the strength to make a small fire out of the grasses and little woods she'd collected from the forest after placing her baby in some wrapped clothes under a big tree.
When she was done making her fire, she didn't see her baby.
"Tanya!" She screamed loudly, her voice echoing in the forest.
"Who carried my baby? Give her back to me!" She demanded in an authoritative voice. She then noticed big black birds clouding the sky in a circle.
