RONAN
I didn't sleep, spending all my time sitting with Lily’s hand in mine, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest.
The hours blurred into each other. The nurses came and went. I answered their questions without hearing them, signed forms without reading them and watched over Lily without letting go of her hand. Every time the door opened, I tensed, expecting news I wasn't ready to hear.
At some point, my mother brought a blanket. I didn't remember her coming in. I didn't remember her leaving either. But the blanket was there, draped over my shoulders, and somewhere in the fog of exhaustion, I was grateful. My father had been with her, I remembered his hand on my shoulder telling me I needed to rest.
I hadn't rested. I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Phoebe's jaws
