If Only I Had Told Her

by Laura Nowlin

And neither of us is foolish enough to believe that lightning doesn’t strike twice.

Oh my goodness

There was a bit of Finny still in me when he died, and it wasn’t until after he was gone, sometime as I was weeping and screaming, some moment when my soul was crying out for his, that Finny’s child started to form within me. This baby isn’t what’s left over from our love story. This baby is our story’s continuation.