the lid.
For a heartbeat, my mind refused to understand what my eyes saw. Surgical drapes. Clear bags. A flash of purple blanket.
Then a tiny hand moved.
Not much.
Just a flutter.
But it was enough to bring the world roaring back.
“Violet,” I sobbed.
I reached in and lifted my daughter from the cold, from the plastic, from the place they had decided she belonged.continue reading …
