I looked at the room where Hannah lay sleeping.

There had been Vance lawyers at the wedding.

Vance lawyers preparing papers for Hannah.

Vance lawyers who supposedly understood what was best for everyone.

I had never once met a lawyer whose only client in that marriage was my daughter.

The next morning, I arranged one.

The attorney arrived without an entourage and asked to speak with Hannah only when the medical team considered her able.

She spoke to me first in the visitors’ room.