Harry and SilvaChapter 2
Silva sat at the computer entering data from the forms that had been filled in by hand by emergency workers in the field. She wasn’t exactly a fast typist, but she was productive enough and getting faster. Sitting back after clearing the last of the pile of forms that had been handed to her, she relaxed and took a sip of her lunch through a straw. A grimace crossed her face at the act. She hated drinking all of her meals and couldn’t wait until she could eat normally again. Later that day,...