no way to understand why.
I rocked her.
Bounced her.
Sang the low, wordless melody I had invented during the first weeks of her life.
Ethan paced.
After a while, he looked at the clock.
“This is ridiculous.”
I looked up.
“What?”
“I have a huge presentation at nine.”
“Her fever is still high. We need to wait.”
“I’m exhausted, Rachel.”
The words came out sharply.
Then he pulled out his phone and walked away.
I assumed he was contacting work.
I kept rocking June.
Twenty minutes later, the automatic
