“Not until you’re well and we have a plan you believe in.

I’ve spoken to my employer.”
Her eyes moved toward the bassinet.

“Liam?”
“He’s with the pediatric team.

He’s getting stronger.

They’ll bring him when he’s ready.”
She turned her face toward the window.

“Your mother told me he’d be taken away if anybody thought I couldn’t take care of him.

She said I should stop complaining.”
It took effort not to seize on those words as evidence for my own campaign.

Instead I asked, “Did you believe her?”
“I didn’t know what to believe.