DESDEMONA

I woke up with my mouth watering, I can’t stop thinking of pears.

I have never liked pears when I was a child, not when my mother forced me to eat them, and certainly not when Selene used to wave them in front of my face just to annoy me. I had always hated their soft texture and sweet smell.

So when I woke up that morning craving one so badly that my mouth watered at the thought of it, I knew something was wrong with me.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the breakfast tray Eddie had brought into my room. There were eggs,...