“The basement supervisor asked if you were coming back to cover the night shift.”

“I think my days of folding industrial bath sheets at three in the morning are over, Brenda,” I said.

She pulled a heavy handmade fleece quilt out of the box, stitched in soft blue squares with white cotton trim.

“I finished the edging on my lunch hour at the hospital yesterday,” Brenda said.

“It’s for Noah.”

I took the quilt from her hands and held it against my face, breathing in clean cotton and a faint smell of laundry starch.

“I need an intake coordinator to handle client onboarding and case scheduling starting Monday morning,” I said.