“Maybe not yet,” I replied.

“You can stop.”

She thought about that.

“I don’t want to stop.

I just need to do it at my pace.”

Her supervisor understood, and Jenna took fewer shifts.

Later she helped organize a collection of diapers, clean clothing and transport vouchers for families coming home from the hospital.

I watched her label boxes at the dining table, Wesley asleep in his portable bassinet nearby.