Grace
I floated through the ward, my feet barely touching the floor. Two orderlies, men I did not recognize, held me firmly under my armpits. It was the first time I had been out of my room, with the exception of my two sessions with Dr. Branson and, of course, the hydrotherapy.
I had worn myself down with worry and now sat on a bench in the hallway, waiting for whatever fresh hell was to come. I must have fallen asleep, because when I was woken by a tapping noise, I looked at the clock on the wall and realized that a full hour had passed since I last checked it. The tapping grew louder, like someone tapping a microphone. I looked up to see the old radio speakers on the wall vibrating to the rhythm of a muffled drumbeat. I hadn’t heard the sound of the radio in forever, or at least since
