I realized then that I had not heard anyone call Hannah a girl for months.

She had become a case, a patient, a donor, a set of readings on a screen.

A girl.

Eighteen, funny, occasionally impossible.

That was who I needed people to remember.

PART 7: The Things I Hadn’t Seen

Clara began telling stories, slowly at first and then with growing warmth.

Once, when both girls had been allowed to leave their rooms, they convinced a volunteer to take them to the gift shop so they could buy matching ridiculous socks.