Mira picked up her phone and read something. Then she put it face down on the blanket without answering.
"Who was it?" I said.
"Cassidy." She looked at her hands. "She said she was thinking about us. Both of us." A pause. "The baby too."
I didn't say anything.
"I keep thinking about what the doctor said," she said after a while. "About stress."
"Mira."
"I know you're going to tell me it's not my fault."
"It's not."
"But I keep thinking about everything that happened. Nolan. The party. Being on my feet all day." She looked at me. "My body was telling me to slow down and I didn't listen."
"You had one good day," I said. "You're allowed to have one good day."
"Not if it costs me the baby."
"It didn't."
"This time."
I looked at her.
She looked back at me with that expression she
