I nodded because speaking felt dangerous.
Kevin placed his hand on my shoulder.
Brooklyn smiled at the incubator.
“Did you hear that, Rosie?”
Gloria’s expression softened.
Before she left, she paused at the door.
“The front desk says an older woman with silver hair is asking about the baby,” she said. “She says she’s the grandmother.”
Every muscle in my body tightened.
My mother had found a way around the blocked phone.
“She is not on the authorized visitor list,” I said. “Do not let her in.”
Gloria looked at my face and did not ask for the family history.
