22STUART
TUESDAY 18 AUGUST – 11:40am
I tick the eighty-second day off the calendar I ’ ve drawn on the garage wall. Almost twelve weeks since lock-down. A month since Nathan came home.
That ’ s it. We ’ re done. The last of the supplies. The very last house on the development completely emptied. There ’ s enough to last another week. Maybe ten days if I forgo some of my rations. Trouble is, I don ’ t think I can. I ’ m so hungry all the time. But I have to try. The kids must come first. All three of them are malnourished. Hannah ’ s half the size she should be. She still looks like a new-born. It ’ s like she stopped growing when all this began.
I give Gabby the food for the day. I half-expect the kids to come running when they hear us in the kitchen, but they don ’ t. They don ’ t hav
