They Asked for Thirty Lemon Desserts While My Newborn Fought to Breathe

“Grandma was wrong,” Kevin said, stepping between us to smooth out the top sheet on the pullout mattress.

“Your mom is healing.”

Brooklyn watched my hands while I leaned back against the vinyl headboard.

“Are we going home for the party tomorrow?”

“We’re staying right here with your baby sister,” Kevin said.

“Is Rosalie coming to the party?” Brooklyn asked.

“No,” Kevin said.

“Rosalie needs to rest.”