She pulled her notebook from her bag, hands still trembling, and started writing questions.

It was the same notebook she had brought to ultrasounds, the one with the little gold moon on the cover.

“Do we need to go to another hospital?” she asked.

“What should I learn before taking her home?

Who teaches us what to watch for?”

She asked practical questions while her marriage was falling apart.

That was when I understood something important: fear and devotion could exist together.

Hannah was terrified, but she was still making room for her daughter.