Right now, her body is working very hard just to breathe.”

She reached into the side port of the incubator and smoothed the corner of a tiny scratchy blanket over Rosalie’s feet.

“You can reach through the porthole and touch her leg,” Nurse Elena said.

“One finger only, and don’t touch any of the gray sensor wires.”

I slid my hand through the round rubber opening.

Rosalie’s skin felt warm and delicate, like thin wet paper.

Her tiny fingers twitched against the plastic mattress, but her eyes stayed shut under the white eye patch.