Mr Morales picked up the thread. "She lost thirty pounds in six weeks. Started having panic attacks so severe that we had to take her to the emergency room three times because we thought she was having a heart attack. The doctors wanted to hospitalise her, but she refused. Said she needed to be home for you and Daryl."
"But I couldn't be," Mrs Morales said, and the self-recrimination in her voice was painful to hear. "I wanted to be. God knows I wanted to be your mother again. To hold you and comfort you and help you through the trauma of what you'd experienced. But every time I looked at you-"
She had to stop, had to breathe through the memory.
"Every time I looked at you, I saw the fire. I saw Audrey's empty crib. I heard her crying-except she wasn't crying, she was gone, but
