Lactation

The shrill sound of a phone ringing filled the living room. A tall woman dressed in a tank top and shorts poked her head out of the kitchen to confirm the sound. Wiping her hands on the kitchen napkin, she stepped out of the kitchen and headed to the coffee table where her phone was.  […]

Stepping out of the taxi, Mina stared up at the tall building before her. Loud music seemed to be blaring from inside, and she glanced down at her phone in confusion. She was supposed to be in front of the family house, or did she get the wrong address? “Ma’am, your trip has ended; can