The Arrival

I held on.

Kaelen, on my other side, put his hand over both of ours.

The three of us in the April morning, and Abiola's calm voice narrating the first of the clinical landmarks, and the pack facility quiet and prepared around us, and somewhere on the thirty-eighth floor Beatrix Wolfe sitting in a chair with her hands folded and her pearls and her eighty-one years of waiting for this pack to produc