More than once someone had purchased frozen colostrum cubes from her to feed a newborn calf.
Katie ate her food and water cubes, waiting for Gabriel. She fingered the second necklace he'd given her, not convinced Andre was wrong. The beads felt like plastic, and something about Gabe had changed.
He bit the words off and his voice became controlled, his eyes like cubes of ice.
Her body was weak but working, and there were more of the odd sugar cubes beside her pillow.
