REMI'S POV
December arrived the way it always arrives in the city — not gradually, but as a fact. One morning the light was November light and the next it was shorter and colder and the streets had a different quality of purpose to them, people moving with their shoulders up and their hands in their pockets and the particular efficiency of a city that has decided winter is a problem to be solved rather than a season to be experienced.
Twenty-three weeks.
The showing that Marisol had noted at twenty-one weeks was unmistakable now. Not large — the Moonhaven women carry through the center, she'd said, and she was right, and the specific quality of it was that it looked intentional rather than incidental, a presence that had organized itself precisely. Priya, at the weekly check-in, had men
