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It was 3 AM and I was digging a hole in the desert. Christa stood next to me. In the torch light, she was a fidgety monster patting a bundle in her arms. “Is it done yet Tess?” Her voice was gritty in the smooth silence. “Almost there hun, you just hang on.” She went back to poking at the swaddle and cooing in delirium. “Uh-huh, I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry. Momma’s gonna try and make this better you hear? I’ll be better next time. I’m so sorry.” I’ve been here three times before; digging holes for Christa in the desert. You could call me a good friend. Dependable. Complicit. Fucking insane.