Elián;
The Flutter inside me doesn't stop.
It's been three days. Three days of flutters at four in the morning, of a nudge low in my stomach whenever I sit still for too long, of waking up with my hand already pressed flat against my stomach...
I haven't told anyone, but Koda hasn't said a word about it since. But I've caught him watching me across the kitchen table, with his coffee going cold, like he's afraid I'll disappear if he looks away.
Every evening this month I've done the same thing. I sit at the window of this room and look for stars I know. The Earth sky has the wrong ones. Stars here look farther away. I know it's stupid, but I look anyway, hoping that one night I'll see the three that sit over Nagari's east tower, and I'll know I'm not as far away as I feel.
Tonight it's worse than the last three nights.
