“She says she’s fine, but she keeps reading the same page.”

I found them in a family lounge near the neonatal unit.

Hannah was staring at a brochure, and Lucas sat across from her holding a paper cup.

There were no raised voices.

Instead, there was the exhausted quiet of two people who had argued too much and still had not reached the end of what needed to be said.

“Can I have a minute with Nora?” Hannah asked him.

Lucas stood immediately.