He turned back to my daughter.

“Did you see where the other medicine came from, Poppy?”

She nodded.

“The bottle she keeps by her bed.

It says nighttime on the front.”

My mother-in-law started in about how she had only been trying to settle the baby, because I refused to let anyone help me, because I was making that child nervous with my hovering.

My husband nodded along, saying I had scarcely slept in months, that I saw danger everywhere I looked.

And it was true that I had barely slept.