Bastien reviewed eighty years of data, and the conclusion was clear. Children anchor DoS. Give her a child, and she’ll never leave. A child would reduce his stress by ensuring I would never disappear like the rain. In his head was the crisp image of a child with his coloring, eyes, and beliefs—his DNA diluting any part of me. I never wanted children. It was the quicksand that grabbed at us, filled our eyes with grit, and pulled us into nothing more than mama.
