I answered none of them.
Maya had enough to carry.
In the weeks that followed, she slept in my spare room under the quilt from that morning.
She woke at 4 a.m. more nights than she slept through.
She held her stomach through every appointment.
She cried when the baby’s heartbeat filled the exam room because relief can hurt almost as much as fear.
Marcus tried once to come to the hospital.
Arthur met him in the parking lot.
I watched from the window.
I could not hear what my brother said.