“What do you want?”
“Okay.”
“But I know I won’t pretend this was normal.”
Summer squeezed my hand.
“That’s a good start.”
***
My phone buzzed again.
It was Dawn.
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“Okay.”
I nearly ignored it. Whenever Brandon’s mother asked how we were doing, I’d given her the polished version.
- Brandon helps.
- We’re finding our rhythm.
- I’m just tired.
I answered.
“Amy, where is Brandon?”
“Fishing.”
“Brandon helps.”
“And you’re home with Lila and Ivy?”
“Yes.”
“Are you alone?”
“Summer’s here now.”
Dawn’s voice softened.
“Put me on speaker,” Dawn said. “You need both hands.”
“Are you alone?”
I set the phone on the counter. Dawn had cared about me since before Brandon and I married.
“When did you last sleep for more than two hours?”
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“I don’t remember.”
“Have you spoken to your doctor?”
“I canceled my appointment.”
“I don’t remember.”
“Why?”
“Brandon had a meeting.”
Dawn went quiet.
“Amy, strong mothers still need care. Do you feel safe with the girls?”
“Yes. I’m exhausted, but we’re safe.”
“Good. Now, do you have enough formula and diapers through tomorrow?”
“I’m exhausted, but we’re safe.”
I checked the cabinet.
