The hardest part of those weeks was seeing Devlin, and Lash, who was always with him. The first few times Dev came to the doctor appointments, I refused to look at him. He didn’t speak to me directly, nor did Lash, but I heard the questions he asked as he played the part of the concerned parent, asking how the babies were developing. Eventually, as time went on, I was able to look at him, though every time I did, I remembered him and Catherine. The sadness in his eyes didn’t change anything between us. Dev had sent me fire and ice roses with a card the day after Lash and Theo had locked horns. I had kept the flowers, and burned the card, unopened. I would have thrown the roses out too, but they were living things that had been cut just so that they could bloom for someone before they died. It seemed wrong to me not to give them a chance to live as long as they could. And I admitted reluctantly that I loved their heavenly smell. Danial watched me burn the card, though we didn’t talk about it.
