He loved her but she married another man and moved to another island. He often drove to the cliffs and stared out at the hump across the channel. He ran into her on her island. She’d been married two months and worked at the car rental. When she passed him his keys, their hands touched and there was a moment where anything was possible. Then she told him she was expecting a baby. He asked for directions to his hotel. The highway skirted a pineapple field that stretched to the horizon. He was tempted to stop but the fruit was too small and green. As he drove east, he prayed the baby would never be born.