Chapter .41.

Mother, I have pasts inside me i did not bury properly. Some nights your daughter tears herself apart yet heals in the morning. *** Grandma hums as she prepares the different herbs. She claimed it to be a mixture to help with nausea, but just taking in the smell alone was causing my stomach to churn. Mom and Orion both are leaned towards each other, engrossed in the books that are scattered around the table. I am leaned back as well, but far away from the activity- my mind drifting in and out. It's only broken by Orion's occasional question as he puts forth a different name. "Oscar?" "Urgh, too bland, not wild enough." He shakes his head, going back to the endless lists. Mom looks up, "Jackeline is a very pretty name." "Pass." Orion scratches out the name, adding it to the endless pile of rejects I had alre