The box looked innocuous. All sealed and stamped by the lawyer. From the deceased estate of Peter Cooke.
Dave was all agog having never heard this name mentioned but Mili’s face was closed off as she opened the box, as though she had gone into an inner world.
There were Gibran books and video tapes with labels that said, THE TWOS OF US, OUR BEACH HOLIDAY, THE BEST TIME OF OUR LIVES.
Right underneath was a thin envelope and written on it was, “We almost created a life together, a life you didn’t want to keep. But I couldn’t let go of the memory.”
Inside was an ultrasound image of a foetus.