Taylor
Jackson and I search for words to say.
What?
Why?
How?
What now?
Are the only words I can come up with. Jackson stands from his chair, wrapping his wife in an embrace. I feel as I am trespassing witnessing this tender moment.
“So, we find another way," I suggest. “We make a new plan. We're not giving up - this is just a speed bump." I fight the urge to pace and the urge to hit or throw something. I cannot let her give up. “Ken," I carefully address her. “Do you have anything in your notebook for this scenario?"
I witness my words registering on Kennedy's face. She pulls away from Jackson, her hands darting for her baby planning notebook. Jackson mouths 'thank you' over her shoulder.
Kennedy frantically flips page after page, seeking the exact list. She turns more than ten
