Aurora came in carrying two big grocery bags filled with the basics—eggs, milk, all that stuff—and started filling up the empty fridge.

I tried to help, but she shooed me away. "Hey, pregnant lady! Park it on the couch and take it easy."

After putting everything away, Aurora grabbed a couple beers.

She leaned against my shoulder, taking slow sips.

The city lights sparkled outside.

We sat there forever, not saying ...