Miranda
Morning sunlight streamed through the clinic windows, warm and golden, as if yesterday had never happened.
The world had an irritating habit of continuing.
People still laughed outside.
Someone pushed a cart past the windows.
Birds sang.
Meanwhile, my heart still hadn’t settled back into my chest.
The doctor smiled as he finished listening to Becca’s lungs.
“I like what I’m hearing.”
He stepped back and scribbled a few final notes into her chart before looking up at me.
“Her lungs are clear. She’ll probably have a little cough today, maybe tomorrow, but I don’t expect any lasting complications.”
The words washed over me like rain after a drought.
“So…”
I hesitated.
“She’s alright?”
He smiled.
“She’s going to be just fine.”
My knees nearly gave out.
For the first t
