It was her face. Colorless against a white pillow. The red marks still circling her mouth from the tube they had pulled an hour before. Her hair tangled.

The stitches disappearing under the collar of the gown.

Across it, in a serif font, forty feet wide:

SOME FAMILIES SHOW UP. BE ONE OF THEM.

And underneath, smaller: FoundationForFamilyFirst.org

Lily pulled onto the shoulder about four hundred yards past it, put her hazards on, and sat there with both hands on the wheel for eleven minutes.