We'll reach the town tonight but tomorrow I don't know what we'll say about the baby. For months we stitched in unspoken promises. Now, pull the quilt up tightly. I can't explain what's beneath, but if not for your loyalty, my instinct, we could have divorced quietly. Joe, you're strong, take the strain of the bureaucracy, somewhere there is a time beyond ourselves. Later, when you can't sleep put your hand on my belly, look at the pinpricks in the sky – those fiery stitches of our eternity.
