“This I can’t explain,” he says, holding out the red bandanna I lost on Halloween. “This I kept before I knew anything about the baby. Before I knew how much I was going to love you. Because, clearly, some part of me already did.” I cover my mouth, looking down at his hand, clasped tightly around the bandanna as my brain catches up with my soaring heart. “I think I knew that I needed a piece of you to hold on to. I was walking out of that room and I saw this on the chair next to the door and…I don’t know. I just needed to take a part of that night with me.” “But…but you left.”
