from Quieter Than a Whisper

At last, I am writing to you once more. There’s been a big problem, a real consequence of Saliman’s actions. If Baron had never met him, our family might still be intact right now. But I’ll tell you more about this story later.

You were quite aware that Baron and I were trying to have a child. Last September was our eighth wedding anniversary and for the past three years we’ve gone to extreme lengths to try to conceive. I was obsessively tracking my fertility windows. I turned down Baron whenever he tried to initiate sex outside of these allocated days, paranoid that his sperm would meet my unfertilized eggs. What if those itty-bitty sperms ended up being candidates for our baby-to-be? I was like a foreman arranging shifts for my workers and organized our sex lives with utter precision.