“My love-” my voice sounds exhausted at this point as I walk back to the armchair Seth is still sitting in. For the past hour I’ve been trying everything to get him to talk. He had completely shut down, and I could feel the way the same thoughts were stewing over and over again in his head. He was listening to me as I spoke and pleaded for him to talk to me, because his eyes would stare straight at me as I spoke and then cut to somewhere else whenever I would stop.
What was going on his head? Was it the news of pregnancy? Did he pick anything from my father’s speech I couldn’t or didn’t? I felt lost and helpless in trying to reach him now. It felt as if we were on different shores of the ocean and I was screaming at the top of my lungs for him, while my voice was muffled and dimmed by th
