When I pushed open the door to room 412, Daniel was already sitting in the vinyl armchair beside Grace’s bed, looking completely at home.

A huge bouquet of white lilies sat on the bedside tray in a heavy glass vase, their sweet, thick smell filling the small room.

Next to the vase lay a thin black drawing tablet still in its glossy store packaging, with a digital stylus resting on top.

“Look what Dad brought, Mom,” Grace said softly from the pillows, her voice hesitant and careful.

She pulled her sweatshirt sleeves down over her thumbs, but her eyes kept darting to the sleek box on her rolling table.