Not because the news was bad.
Because she had finally heard enough good news to understand what could have happened.
The six-year-old was brought in once staff decided her mother was stable enough for a short visit.
The girl entered slowly.
Despite the urgency she had shown pushing the wheelbarrow, she now seemed unsure what she was allowed to do.
Her mother lifted one hand from the blanket.
That was enough.
The girl crossed the room and carefully pressed herself against the side of the bed.
Her mother touched the back of her sweatshirt.
Neither spoke for several seconds.
Then the child pulled away.
“I took the babies.”
Her mother looked confused.
“Where?”
“Here.”
The mother stared at her.
A nearby nurse explained the rest in as few words as possible.
