PART 4

By morning, my injuries had become a set of practical problems instead of the shapeless terror of the night before.

A physical therapist helped me sit up without twisting my ribs.

A nurse taught Beatrice the safest way to pass Noah into my left arm.

Celeste returned with information about temporary help after discharge.

I had not realized how much effort people could devote to making one ordinary day possible.

Richard spent most of the morning on the phone, but he did not call anyone from my parents’ social circle.