I called Nadia at nine.She answered on the second ring, which meant she had been awake, which meant she had been waiting for me to call and had been patient about the timing. That was Nadia — she understood the difference between what she needed and what the person she was caring for needed, and she had always weighted the scale toward the other person."He's fine," she said first. Before I asked."I know. Put him on anyway."A moment of rustling. Then: "Mama."Something in my chest loosened. The specific release of tension that only his voice produced — not the information that he was safe, the sound of him being it. Present, unhurried, slightly distracted in the way he was when he had been doing something before the call arrived."Hey," I said. "What are you doing?""There is a garden," he said. "It is large. I have been documenting it.""Documenting it how?""I have a notebook. I have been writing down what I see." A pause. "I found a frog."I closed my eyes for one second."What
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