Another was mostly blue scribbles she said were rain, though there had been no rain in the story she told about the journey.

Nobody treated the colors as a diagnosis.

Clara hung them where she could see them.

When Oliver and Lucas were stable enough for more ordinary care, the staff helped Clara spend time with them according to her strength and their needs.

She relearned the details of holding, feeding, and soothing while recovering herself.

She cried the first time Oliver gripped her finger.

Then she laughed because Lucas made a small complaining noise from the adjacent bassinet, as though he objected to being left out.