Hannah reached up to the top cabinet shelf over the sink for a heavy water glass.

She stretched her whole body up toward it.

Her torso stretched out all the way, her ribs showing against the fabric of her gray cotton shirt.

Three months earlier, that simple reach would have doubled her over.

She brought the heavy glass down and set it on the laminate counter without a sound.

“You didn’t wince,” I said.

Hannah looked down at her waist and touched the spot right above her right hip.

“I don’t feel anything there anymore,” she said.