People should take serious concerns seriously, not assume every grieving child’s perception is proof of a miraculous event.

The neighbors who had brought meals during Rachel’s recovery sent a basket of apples.

The hospital rehabilitation nurse mailed a card.

Joanne brought flowers from her garden.

We left the cards on the kitchen counter beside a small photograph from our wedding day.

Rachel pointed at the picture and laughed about my crooked tie.

For a while, we told Lucas stories about the people we had been before he was born.

That night I found Rachel at the back window, the same place where I had last seen her worried about the clinic.