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something more consistently present. She called me every two or three days, not to ask for updates, but simply to check in.

“How are you sleeping?” she’d ask. “Are you eating like a person?”

Her consistency was a kind of anchor.

I knew the call was coming. I knew there was someone tracking the ordinary facts of my well-being.

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