On the third morning, they came for me in person.

It began with Fiona calling the nurses’ station, her voice dripping with a concern she had never once shown me in life.

“She shouldn’t be alone,” she told the nurse.

“She’s family.

We need to see her.” The nurse, following the instructions Phoebe had left, was warm and useless and revealed nothing at all.

So the three of them decided to come and collect me themselves.