What You Didn't Tell Someone Was Just

Many People Have A Novel Inside Them, But Most Don't Bother To Get It Out.

No, Honestly, My Mouth Shouldn't Be Able To Function Unless My Brain's Engaged.

Then Henry Speaks Again. "did He Do It?" I Turn To Him Slowly. "does It Matter?

Ross Held Her Face Between His Hands And Kissed Her. He Tasted Doubt On Her Tongue And Pain On The Roof Of Her Mouth. He Swallowed These, And Drank Again. Consumed, She Had No Choice But To See How Empty He Was Inside, And How, Sip By Sip, She Filled Him.

There Are Legions Of Us, I Realized. The Mothers Who Have Broken Babies, And Spend The Rest Of Our Lives Wondering If We Should Have Spared Them. And The Mothers Who Have Let Their Broken Babies Go, Who Look At Our Children And See Instead The Faces Of The Ones They Never Met.