I've turned the grief to medicine

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead A choked sob broke through her lips. A year. A whole year. She had missed so much, so many firsts, so much time with Harper. How could she even begin to repair that? The first time it had been so simple, but now with Jude... Phoebe rested her face on the babe's abdomen, crying silently, betrayed only by the shake in her shoulders as Harper went on describing her child, the stranger she clung to as though life itself depended on it. He could rip chunks of her hair out and she would not care, not wjile she mourned all she had lost in the span of a year. Only when she could feel the wetness of his onesie did she lift her face, red and white splotches freckling her face. "I can't do this again. I won't. I won't have more taken from me." she said with some resolve in her voice. And when she was determined, nothing could shake Mount Phoebe. "What's his favorite song?" she asked, knowing they had shared lullabies and children's folk songs from their worlds in anticipation of his arrival.