I've turned the grief to medicine

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead It made sense. It was logical. Sensible. To her, a woman could easily raise a child on her own - her body was made for it - but a man could not, even a forward thinking man like Harper. Maybe an older child but not an infant. And that feelings had developed...it was only natural. Jealousy and anger itched to be unleashed, but she held them back. This wasn't about her. She had disappeared. This was about Harper and Jude. Most importantly Jude. "Who is it?" she asked, voice cracking slightly. She wasn't sure she wanted to know, but knew it would nag at her endlessly if she didn't. Finally he touches her and she leaned into it, eyes closing as a few tears of relief fell. She may lose Harper but she would have her baby, her precious child, and with him a small piece of his father too. "Thank you." she whispered, kissing Jude's head once more. Harper's solution is more than generous, especially if there was another woman now in his life. "I would like that." she said as she quickly dried her cheeks.