A blood pressure cuff lay unfastened on the mattress beside her hip.

She had on a worn cotton gown with a faded geometric print.

She was wearing her blue fleece hoodie backward over the gown.

She pulled her hands up into the fleece sleeves.

“Did the judge say yes?” she asked me.

“The judge signed the order for me,” I said.

Hannah pulled her sleeves over her thumbs.

“Is Dad coming back in?” she asked.