Juliana was still sleeping when James came back the next morning. As promised, late last night, he’d come back with Emmaline to bring us food. I still fed Juliana like I always did, and she basically went back to sleep right after, curled up against my side beneath my arm.

“How are you feeling?” James asked me, taking a seat in the chair next to the bed – the same one Juliana had been occupying the day before.

“Fine,” I told him. “They’re weaning me off the morphine onto hydrocodone.”

“Could have gotten you some of that myself,” he snorted. I just grinned at him.

“Rather have it prescribed, James,”...