Before bed I stopped at Sonia’s door.
Her room smelled faintly of crayons and
baby shampoo.
She was already under her blanket, one hand tucked beneath her cheek.
— Have you really seen him every night?
She nodded.
— He comes when it’s very dark.
— Did Mommy talk to him?
Sonia thought for a second.
— Not really.
She just looked sad.
Sad.
I remember that word landing somewhere inside me and vanishing beneath everything louder.
Anger was louder.
Fear was louder.
Pride was louder.
So I kissed my daughter goodnight and went to my room carrying the wrong emotion like a weapon.
Elena came to bed at eleven.
She smelled like soap and something clean and sharp that reminded me of a clinic.
She asked if I had taken my sleeping pill.
I told her yes.
In the bathroom I turned on the tap, spat the pill into the sink, and slipped the wet tablet into the pocket of my pajama pants.
Then I crawled into bed, turned my back, and began breathing with deliberate heaviness.
She did not sleep either.
I could feel it.
Her breathing was too careful, too measured, as if she were waiting for something and trying not to let me hear the waiting.
At 1:13 the bedroom door opened.
A strip of hallway light slid across the floor.
A man stepped inside carrying a narrow black case.
He moved with the confidence of someone who knew the room and the route to our bed.
He closed the door without letting it click.
He did not come near me.
He went straight to Elena’s side.
My whole body went rigid.
He bent toward her and whispered that it would only take a minute.
Elena’s eyes squeezed shut.
Then came the quiet snap of latex, the metallic click of the case, and a clean sterile smell that did not belong in a dark bedroom.
I still did not understand what I was looking at.
I only knew I had reached the edge of not knowing.
When I slapped the lamp on, the entire scene exploded into focus.
The man jerked back, one gloved hand raised.
He was wearing navy scrubs under a dark jacket.
In the open case beside him were sealed syringes, alcohol wipes, a coil of clear tubing, and packets of medical tape.
