Daniella sat down after work to write another journal entry:

After the seminar I got a phone call from Will. His voice sounded like sandpaper.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he said.

I hung up.

I didn't like his tone.

•••

Rose and Jack were busy and working hard. Finally, Rose had returned to work. She was tired of sitting around waiting for her memory to come back. Jack was happy to see Rose diving back into her work.

She finally pulled up into the driveway. Yes, she had re-learned how to drive since the accident. She opened the door and found everyone in the house. All three children were sitting at the dining room table doing homework and Jack was in the kitchen cooking dinner.

"You cook?" Rose asked. What a funny life she had; she never knew anyone's husbands to cook.

"Sometimes," said Jack. "I do it when you work late, but I had nothing to do since I got home, so I decided to do it. By the way, Emma called you."

Rose kissed Jack hello, and then called Emma back. "Hey," she said. "Jack told me you called."

"Yeah, I just wanted to say hi. Ben is on a business trip and I'm bored."

Rose realized something. Since the accident, she had never realized that she still had no idea if Emma was married or had children or anything.

"Why don't you come over for dinner?" Rose asked. "Besides, I'd love to catch up."

"Sure," said Emma. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

Sure enough, Emma arrived ten minutes later. She said hello to everyone and Rose pulled her aside into another room.

"So," said Rose. "I realized that since the accident, I don't know anything about your life."

Emma sighed. "Yeah, I figured you'd realize eventually."

"I'm sorry it took so long. Things have been kind of crazy."

"It's really no problem. What do you want to know?"

"Well, are you married? Kids?" Rose asked.

"Yes, I am married. His name is Ben. Do you remember Ben Priestley from Philadelphia? Well, we started dating and we moved out here with you guys. And we have two kids. A boy and a girl. Their names are Joshua and Rachel."

"Oh, I'm so happy for you!" said Rose. "How old are they?"

"Josh is fourteen, and Rachel is ten. We really did stagger our kids, didn't we?" Emma said, laughing.

Rose smiled. "I remember when we were little, we always wanted our kids to be the same ages so that they could be best friends."

"Yeah, I remember that. But they're still close, and they see each other at family dinners and stuff."

"Good," said Rose. "Have we spoken to Mother since right after Titanic?"

"We don't talk to her. I do know that she remarried to some first-class idiot. And she's taken care of. But needless to say, neither of us wanted to talk to her."

Jack knocked and opened the door. "Dinner's ready."

Everyone had gone outside to eat dinner, and they relaxed before Emma went home.

The phone rang later. Rose picked up and knew it was Daniella's number. "Hey, Daniella," she said, and then recognized a different voice. "Will, what's going on… wait, what?"

•••

Later, Daniella wrote again:

I can hear him in the next room calling Rose. I made him promise not to tell anyone I was pregnant.

I knew he would. Liar.

You have no idea the fury I feel. Against him. My mother. Rose. Emma. Jack. I hate them all. For no particular reason.

I guess it's for the sympathy, the pity and understanding, but most of all, for the hope. For the comments I'm about to hear. "This could be the one!" "I have a good feeling about this one!"

Waves of red-hot fury keep rising up inside me. I'm trying to ride them like I imagine you might do with labor pains. I feel sick, and my breasts ache, and there is a funny taste in my mouth, and we've been here so many times before, and I can't go through it again. I can't.

And the thing that infuriates me the most is that even though I'm saying it and believing it and I know with all my heart that I'm going to lose this baby like all the others, I also know that underneath it all, that insanely positive, pathetic voice is still chirping, "But maybe…?"