"You will go shower and have a meal yourself, Isa. And I am not asking. I will take him." Neveah said firmly, walking around the bed.
"I..." Isalder began to protest but Neveah interrupted her.
"You are not fine, Isalder!..." Neveah hissed, wincing as the infant cried even louder, startled by Neveah's tone.
Neveah breathed in deeply again, willing herself to calm.
'This is not you, Veah... this is not you.' Neveah mentally repeated her constant mantra to herself.
"You can barely hold yourself together and you have a son you barely know how to cater to...you are in pain, you are still in recovery from childbirth, you are grieving, disheartened... name it...so no, Isa, you are not fine."
"There is nothing about this that is fine and no one expects you to be fine. I certainly do not...you can keep pushing Tara away, but trust that you will have no success with me." Neveah clarified.