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.
The wheelbarrow.
The walk.
The emergency room.
The key.
By the time she finished, the mother’s hand covered her mouth.
“You pushed them here?”
The girl nodded.
Then came the fear she had apparently carried since the ambulance arrived.
“Are you mad?”
Her mother immediately shook her head.
“No.”
“I left the house.”
“I know.”
