It was a sweltering day in August when she could no longer deny that she was pregnant. She didn't tell anyone where she was going, and Jack was the one who found her standing knee-deep in the shallows of a deserted inlet, hurling rocks as far as she could toward the horizon and screaming herself hoarse.
She didn't know how long he sat on the shore watching her--it was unlike him to stay quiet for so long--but when she waded back to shore, he was sitting with his bare toes curled in the sand. She sank down beside him, shoulders slumped, and did not speak.