That is why I can't ever take my eyes off him. I sit by the cradle when he sleeps. When Liu Yen left for the day, I moved Julian from my hip to my heart and held him with both arms. In the midst of this sort of trauma, the kind that breaks your faith, not your bones, things happen in slow motion. Fear brings astounding clarity to detail.
Vision narrows to prevent sensory overload.
When I was 15, a friend told me she was pregnant. She told me how they told her at Planned Parenthood. I'm not pregnant. She remembers those words and the dent in the silver coffee pot with the black handle that sat on a small table across from her. Between us there is something.