When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

I was nauseated.

Sore.

Tired.

Florence looked ready to tackle me if I tried standing too quickly.

So I stayed.

Hannah stayed protected in her transplant unit.

Our bodies had already done enough for one day.

Drama could wait.

PART 42 — THE FIRST UPDATE

Rebecca called the following afternoon.