I saved the message and took a screenshot.

If I had learned anything in those hours, it was that my memory alone was no longer enough.

PART 8

At noon I finally saw Jenna, separated from her by a rail and a tangle of hospital lines.

She had been moved to a monitored bed.

A nurse told me her condition was serious but responding to treatment.

The doctors were investigating a postpartum infection and dehydration; the results would guide what happened next.

Jenna opened her eyes when I touched her hand.