There was sunlight on the window ledge.

Someone had brought a soft toy too large for a newborn.

Hannah sat propped against pillows with Lily in her arms, looking tired in a way that no longer made me afraid she might vanish while I blinked.

Marcus knocked and came in carrying yellow daisies.

“I checked whether flowers were allowed,” he said, setting them on the table.

“I still know how to ask a question before creating paperwork.”

Hannah laughed.