They just don't... prepare you for this. (Who's they?)
You know they're out there. There're those who turn out off everywhere, in every city and town. Bad seeds, and children who just don't feel like everybody else. But they can't be yours - comin' from your own sweet heart and your strong and noble and loving husband's.
Marguerite's heart fluttered like a glass butterfly as she watched tiny, tiny Lucas go at his puzzle again. Timing himself. 'Bout halfway done already.
Her baby was well, and yet here she was - on the edge of grieving for every future he mightn't have.
July 14th. "Sorrow".
