All I wanted was answers, and I had to learn that searching for answers could itself be difficult for a child.

Harper should not have to carry my terror as another burden.

She was brighter that morning.

She complained about the hospital cereal and asked whether her rabbit could have its own patient bracelet.

A nurse made a paper one, and Harper laughed at the sight.

I watched her laugh and felt a rush of affection so strong that it hurt.

I’d been afraid that something permanent had changed in her.