“What do you want to do?” she asks at length. The answer to that has been lodged in me since the beginning, since she welcomed me into her nest and twined her body around mine. “I want everything,” I whisper. “I want to be with you. To claim you. To keep the child, whatever the destination.” She breathes in and holds it. I take her face in my hands, kiss her eyelids, her forehead, the salt on her lips.
