had an arm around the other.
Above them, in uneven purple letters, Lily had written: My sister kept me here.
Mara knelt in the hallway, the same way she had knelt beside the incubator years before.
This time, she was not falling from shock.
She was lowering herself so she could hug both girls at once.
And as Rose wrapped one arm around Mara’s neck and Lily leaned into her shoulder, Mara closed her eyes and felt the truth of that night all over again.
Some stories do not end when the alarms stop.
Some miracles keep growing.
