Dimitri
I got her back to the hospital by seven thirty. And she looked calmer. A few hours sleep had helped. Talking about Nicky had helped even more. She had needed that. Talking about hm, grounded her and she had a million stories of their lives together. The more she talked the more her face lit up. By the time we had left her modest house she was full of fire again. Ready to fight to get her son healthy so they could get back on living their lives.
Her stories had the opposite effect on me. A much as I loved hearing them, they made me feel empty inside because I knew that part of her life was over. It didn’t matter how much she might wish it was different. She was back in it now. The moment she had been seen, she was back in. there was no way she could go back to being teach
