Lost Creek Hollow avisame

once silvertongue had rehearsed the words in her mind, she said them aloud, and at once, before her nerves shook them to unsaid bits. "i am pregnant, crowfeather, and despite my — best efforts —" here she glanced skyward, willing the tears back and back and back, "— i remain so." he had heard her. he knew she did not intend to be a mother. but did he remember that. "so. we should — prepare. for that." silvertongue had spent so long in denial that she did not know how many weeks it had been since —