Leo was a gift so precious that it was only logical to be expected to work for it. Take away my sleep, she wanted to say. Take away my individuality, my job, my nights out, my ability to read a book, my trendy clothes—take all of it and see if I care. There was no sacrifice too great, no lack that she wouldn’t willingly suffer. She had her baby. Finally, after so much time and so much suffering: he was here.
