The night stretched long and heavy. Celeste stayed on the couch, shivering slightly beneath the blanket I had given her, her body curled protectively over the small bump that reminded both of us she was not entirely alone in the world. I had insisted she stay there, not letting her wander around the apartment, not letting her face the cold and darkness outside. I made her tea, simple bread, and even though she barely touched either, I stayed in the kitchen, cleaning up, listening to her soft ...