“She hasn’t eaten since this morning.”

He kept his hands shoved deep in his wet jacket pockets.

The yellow hospital blanket around the baby was still damp at the edges from his walk in the storm.

I noticed how thin his shoulders looked under the nylon.

He had lost weight since last spring.

I gathered the heavy stack of medical bills and the second marriage certificate.

I lined up their corners and stacked them beside the broken hinges of the suitcase.