Last night Beth took Jenny. Flower made it out, but couldn’t stay awake, and was taken as well. Tasha went with them to make sure they stayed safe, but who the fuck knows if they even are. Jenny is eight, Flower is four. Feena is beating herself up about it, Faerie hasn’t stopped looking, and me? I feel like shredding the entire world apart if it meant finding them. They’re just fuckin kids. Apple is safe, Apple’s got protection. But nothing is helping, how the fuck am I meant to help when nothing will make a difference? Fucks sake. I’m just so fuckin pissed, and so…so done. The body is ill, we moved, and now the body is suffering from illness and stress. Great. Hoping to keep down this mornings tea. Not much solid stays down. Fuck.