Rebirth
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It rains the day their son is born.
Like morning dewdrops, it clings to the ends of Enid's long hair, drips in silver streams from the butt of Sasha's rifle as she lifts it over her head.
Soft and gentle and warm, it washes the ugly world outside new, makes it shine.
Enid nestles close, traces a shy fingertip across the newborn's nose. "His nose…"
"Beth's nose," Maggie solemnly interrupts her.
Sasha palms a tiny foot, and her other hand finds Maggie's own.
"Daddy's name. Glenn's…"
The baby's eyes flutter, find her. Stare.
"Maggie?"
"He's got Glenn's, his daddy's, eyes."
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