Then he touched my shoulder, felt it move beneath his fingers, and decided that was proof enough.

“She’s breathing,” he told Brenda, who hovered in the doorway.

“She just wants me to feel terrible.”

Brenda glanced toward Piper.

“The child should go to bed.”

“No,” Piper said, louder than I had ever heard her.

“Mommy needs me.”

Wyatt picked Piper up.