I could hear a television murmuring behind her when she answered.

I told her I was at a hospital with Harper, but the rest came out in pieces.

My mother asked one question and then stopped asking questions altogether: “Is she safe right now?” I looked through the observation-room glass, where a nurse was adjusting the blanket around my little girl.

“She’s with the doctors,” I said.

“I think she’s safe.” My mother was quiet.

“That’s enough for this minute.