In a way, she went first.
When Ronnie didn’t answer, Court thought he should’ve kept his big mouth shut. Leaning against the back of the seat in front of him, he rested his forehead on his sweaty forearm and stared out the open minivan door into the sunlight. Thinking of their wives, of Melissa and Jeanine, and all the others who were no longer alive. Thinking of Adam, a big, brawny man more at home operating on large dogs than delivering babies. Thinking of the woman giving birth in the woods, the woman whose name he hadn’t bothered to learn, just one more mouth to feed in their little growing community