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

I looked at the words on the screen and read them twice in the quiet dark.

Then I pressed backspace and held it down until every letter disappeared from the white text box.

I closed the app, turned the phone face down on the wooden table, and pushed it into the deep shadow behind the lamp.

I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress and stood up, gripping the edge of the nightstand until the sudden dizziness passed.

The corridor outside was quiet, lit only by the low yellow night-lights set near the floor every ten feet.