“Wait, wait, wait,” Anya says, catching her breath and tugging her phone out of her pocket. “We took photos out there, I need a visual.” “Oh my God,” I groan. “You do not need a visual.” She shoves her phone in my face, showing me candid pictures of her and Danny laughing as he twirls her in his arms overlooking the same view I stared out at before Jackson found me. “Here?” I swipe my finger through the pictures until the shadowy alcove can be seen in the background. I point quickly before pulling my hand back under the duvet. “There?” Anya pinches her fingers on the screen. “Would you stop zooming in?” I groan. “I need to know so I can tell my future nibling where they were conceived.” “Why would you need to tell her that?”