"There, do you feel that?"
I move Diogo's hand on my belly, mine pressed over his, my fingers linked with his. I press the palm of his hand against the fluttering. I smile through the tears slowly rolling down my cheeks, dripping off my chin and landing on our hands. The tears have been coming for three weeks, since I escaped a burning building, leaving my heart behind.
Leaving him to be crushed by the concrete shell that fell on top of him and the others.
"There right there," I whisper, bowing my head as the baby kicks into our combined hands.
I should be out of tears. I should have moved past this grief, but I can't. Maybe I'm not strong enough. My city still burns, only the actual fires are gone.
The door opens behind me. I brush away my tears, as much as I can, and twist around.
