Detroit’s lights blurred against the river.

I had once mistaken the view for ownership.

Now I understood that it was only a view, and that the city was full of people whose lives did not belong to me.

PART 19

Hannah’s pregnancy entered its final months with a rhythm of appointments and cautious optimism.

Her headaches diminished, though she still needed rest and was advised to report any new symptoms.

I received only the updates she chose to share.