I found her on her bedroom floor, clutching her stuffed elephant, hyperventilating, deep in a panic her small body did not know how to stop.

And I did the only thing there was to do, the thing I would do a thousand times over if it were asked of me.

I dropped to my knees beside her, and I wrapped her in a heavy wool blanket, and I gathered her against my chest, and I held her, and I rocked her, in the dark, for two straight hours.

Chapter 17 — You Are in Oregon