Literature
In Our Mother's Arms (8)
In Our Mother's Arms (8)Written and edited by AmnoartistChapter 8: Dinner
The stove had been boiling for a little over five minutes now, Teagan standing over the pot dressed in an open-back sports bra and leggings. She took a whiff of the starchy foodstuff, smiling, a book on cooking by her side, intermittently reading from it.
Will was standing just behind this sister watching closely, blinking every so often. What he saw was difficult for him to comprehend. “How is that possible?” He observed Teagan’s horseshoe-shaped tricep as she pulled her arm out to grab the pepper, shrouded in striations. “How did the protein
