We leave the hospital and back to the woods. I sit Lilibeth in the tree stand while I climb down, talking to Benin. I start gathering my things,
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where do you think you're going?"
"Well, I don't think you want a baby here, crying in the middle of the night. Besides, there's not enough room for all three of us here."
"I have an idea of where we can stay."
"We don't want to intrude."
He cuffs me in his arms and rests his chin on my head,
"I never want you to think that you're too much for me. You are the most important thing to me, okay? Ever since I met you on that bench, I knew you were the one. I love you, Tatum."
"I love you, Benin."
I feel that little spark, again, the one that leads to another world.
We gather all of our things and head down the old path, to a little house. I stop Benin,
"You don't have to do this."
"I want the best for both of you."
He knocks on the door, with me and the baby standing behind him. A nice, country looking lady answers the door,
"Hi, um, my name is Benin Handler. I'm your son."
The women screams and her whole family welcomes us in. They ask about his adventures, where he's been staying, but, they draw their attention to me,
"And you brought home a girl? And a baby?"
"Mom, this is Tatum, a girl with a tale to tell, this is her sister, Lilibeth. Tatum and I have walked this adventure together and I can't live without her."
"Well, I'm sure they can stay as long as their parents-"
"My parents won't care. They haven't been the best."
"Tell me more."
And then, our story began, again.