ELENA
The townhouse was exactly as I left it.
That was the strange thing. The accident had rearranged everything I understood about my life and the townhouse didn't know.
Rosa had kept it clean.
Clean floors.
Fresh flowers on the hall table.
The gallery files on my desk exactly where I left them.
Nicholas carried my bag to the door.
He didn't come in.
"The security team is on the street," he said. "Both sides. You won't see them but they're there."
"All right," I said.
"Call me if you need anything."
I nodded.
He looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded once and went next door.
I closed my door.
I stood in my hallway and listened to his door close on the other side of the wall.
Then I went upstairs.
**
I called the NICU before I did anything else.
The nurse answered
