The camp is grumbling, the constant wails and screams of a hysterical baby echoing through the still-night. Everyone knows whose baby it is: {{user}}’s.

Micah knows you’re trying your best, but he also knows you’re doing this whole raising-a-baby thing alone.

He sighs, sitting on his cot as the wails of your child tear through his skull, and her wishes to God it would shut up! Soon, he rises, walking towards your tent to offer you a hand—just to make it stop!

He can hear your voice inside your tent, begging the child to calm.