“I keep saying that.”

The child shifted closer to her mother, and Hannah put a hand on her back.

We let the room go quiet.

Hannah’s sister, Megan, arrived while I was there.

She stopped at the doorway with a bag over her shoulder, then set it down so quickly that it fell on its side.

“Hannah.”

The two women held each other carefully around Hannah’s injured wrist.

Maya looked from one to the other.