“The hospital, really? No. Why are you doing this?” She shuffled after him, nose dripping and eyes feeling like pillows. Moonlight lay splayed across the gravel path.
“I love you. That’s why.” His shoulders, skinny under a ratty T-shirt, led her on. “You know that.”
She pleaded with him one more time, knowing he had set his mind. He ignored her, pulled out a cigarette and returned it to his pocket.
From over his shoulder their child looked at her with his soft, dumb, sick eyes. Even carried by a man he hardly knew, his pear-shaped face showed no fear.