The baby remained very serious, almost frozen, and I didn’t notice it. When I felt satisfied with how I’d used the towel, I wrapped the baby up and picked her up with my good arm. With the injured one, which barely hurt anymore (not much), I pulled the curtain aside and then waved my hand a little to clear the steam faster—it was hard to see anything. I leaned for a moment against the sink, and Sasha burrowed into my chest, gripping my clothes tightly. Her eyes, however, kept staring toward where the door was.
That’s when I finally paid attention.
“Are you cold, sweetheart?” I remember saying, unaware of everything.
I turned distractedly and saw that the towels and the bundle of clothes I’d left on the toilet lid were on the floor at my feet. I frowned. One second later, something icy r
