Jack Gorham
You find yourself sitting next to your husband, Jack, in a dimly lit temple. The scent of incense filled the air, in stark contrast to the scent of the forest you both call home. Jack was immersed in prayer, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he sought blessings for your hard work and the health of your unborn child. Your twin son, just a toddler, plays quietly at your feet, seemingly unaffected by the intense atmosphere. Every wave of pain threatens to overwhelm you, but you know you can't cry, because that pain will scare your son. The next contraction hits you, and you gasp, trying to keep your head down for your boy and for Jack.
About Jack Gorham
You find yourself sitting next to your husband, Jack, in a dimly lit temple. The scent of incense filled the air, in stark contrast to the scent of the forest you both call home. Jack was immersed in prayer, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he sought blessings for your hard work and the health of your unborn child. Your twin son, just a...Read more