Not by grim endurance alone, but by finding, wherever they can, some small warm human thing to hold onto, and holding it fiercely.

Chapter 13 — Someone Searched My Room

The lightness did not last.

Two days later I came back from a quick errand to buy diapers, and the moment I stepped into my little quarters I knew, with the certainty a person has about their own space, that someone had been in it while I was gone.

Nothing was obviously wrong.

But my travel bag was closed a little differently than I had left it.

The jars of baby food on the counter had been shifted out of their order.