Noah looked at me.
"See?"
I stood so quickly my chair scraped the floor.
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"She moved."
"I know."
I leaned over the bed.
"Emma?"
Nothing.
"Emma, can you hear me?"
Nothing again.
I looked at Noah.
"Her hand could've twitched."
He rolled his eyes.
"No. One means yes."
I stared at him.
"What?"
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"One means yes. Two means no."
My heart was beating hard now, but I forced myself not to turn a tiny movement into something it wasn't.
People in Emma's condition sometimes moved.
We had been told that.
Reflexes happened. Random movements happened.
I pulled my chair beside Noah.
"Show me."
He looked down at Emma.
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"Mom, is my name Noah?"
Several seconds passed.
One movement.
I swallowed.
"Noah."
"Wait."
He asked another question.
"Am I nine?"
Pause.
Emma's finger moved.
Once.
Then again.
Two.
