by Megan Colgan Sixteen Miles Out I was only able to have one child. At least that is what the doctor told me. I have a son named Owen. I love him but he can’t fill the void. It’s not his fault. I have a husband named William. He is never home. He accepted the fact that we can’t have more children with clinical ease. I married him quickly because he said he loved me and he had met no one else like me. We moved to this small town and into our trailer right after the wedding. I