“I hope he doesn’t asphyxiate. Lord knows the last time I changed these sheets,” JJ said. Hands still full with Harlan, she nodded to Evie. “Sweetie, would you peel back the comforter and the top sheet? Thanks.”
Teddy grunted, and Harlan’s careful descent to the guest bed became more of a controlled fall. Harlan was wearing a pair of navy pajamas Iris had brought to the hospital. JJ adjusted the pillow under his head and raised the covers to his chest, smoothing them like a wrinkled shirt. Now what? She couldn’t remember what kind of mattress protector was on the bed, but it might not be totally waterproof.
She chastised herself, Who gives a s**t about the mattress? But JJ knew it wasn’t about the mattress; it was about focusing on the things she could control in a situation where so muc
