Hannah and Chloe in wheelchairs, half-hidden behind playing cards.

“I don’t want to ask her where the kidney came from,” I said.

“I just want to know if Chloe’s okay.”

“Then that’s what you can ask.”

I wrote a message and deleted it.

I wrote another and deleted that too.

Finally, I sent a simple note.

I’m thinking of you and Chloe.