He’s asleep now. It’s so quiet down that hall.”
“I want him,” I announce. Conlan’s
smile disappears. “I want him here, with me. You can keep us down
here if you think it’s what’s best but I want him—”
“I can’t do that.” Conlan leans
against the bars like he’s the one in the cell and he’s looking out
at me. “You’re not in any real position to make demands, you know
that, right?” Like he has to remind me. “Everyone’s really scared
right now—”
“We didn’t doanything!” I cry,
and that comes out harsher than I intended. Taking a shaky breath,
I add, “He’s my lover. As in I love him. Do you have that here?
Love?” When he starts to answer, I cut him off. “It’s not just sex
or fucking or fooling around. It’s not just making babies or
feeling good. He’s a part of me, youhave to understand
that.”
“I do,” Conlan whispers.
“Then why—”
“One of the women miscarried,” Conlan
tells me. I stare at him, shocked, and before I can ask him, he