“I called the hospital records desk at six this morning, before the shift change.

Martha answered, because our mother used to bowl with her sister.”

“What did she find in storage?” I asked.

“Did she pull the folder?”

“Look,” Sarah said.

“She pulled the microfiche from eleven years ago.

There was a release form attached to the back of the stillbirth report, filed while you were in intensive care.”

She laid a photocopy flat beside the crullers.