On the morning Tanya had recovered completely, she remembered having woken up before with Raven in her arms, but now she laid in her house on a cold bed with nobody but a sense of loss by her side. Her mind was vacant, something was missing and it knew it well–however as she put on her slippers and got out of bed, the first thing on her mind was not her lost husband or her child but breakfast.
Her stomach was rumbling, and she was more than a little hungry. Sleeping through an entire day without eating anything, her body had weakened and she could feel it in the sluggishness of her movements. Stumbling her way through the hall and heading towards the dining, she took support on the table which had now been scrubbed clean of blood and the fragments of glass her ex-husband had shattered.
