I turn my attention back to my food and stay silent for the rest of lunch. Of course, Blake doesn't notice. I would love to be deaf. A permanent mute. I bet life would be more peaceful. One of the problems of life gone. I think about my baby. I don't really know if I like the sound of that. Mine. Nothings ever been really mine in my entire life. I've always shared things, it was someone else's, whatever. Nothings ever been mine, but this baby. Yet again, I do share this baby with someone. I don't know who, but I will never see him again. Therefore, this baby is mine.

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