Derick drives Ruth around the loop to the lower side of campus so she doesn’t have to walk down the hill.
Ruthie wakes from a dream of watching the sun rise over the Chesapeake Bay with Derick the morning after her wedding.
Before she even realizes she’s pregnant, Ruthie begins having terrible dreams.
The phone rings at five a.m., exactly. Derick answers, eyes still closed as he nods at Ruthie’s form watching from the bed.
The dining room table looks like a scene from a post-apocalyptic children’s movie.
“We have a window of about four months,” Ruthie says. “After that, the drugs will start to damage my ovaries.”
From the other room, he can hear Ruthie sobbing.
Derick pulled the door closed, leaving the din of argument behind him, and went and sat on the bed.
She turns, catches him watching, smiles wide, and slips her arms around him.