You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind
'I'm pregnant,' she told him, the words flying from her quill. 'The baby's due in September.'
She felt she should tell him this because the baby is his, after all. There's no way it was anyone else's child. She lost her virginity to him, and she'd stayed faithful. She was his to the end, or so she hoped.
She sent off the old owl to him.
"Find him, Pig."
June.