"I see you!"
Her four-year-old sing-song voice announces she has won yet another round of hide-and-seek. She pounces on me, and both of us roll to the floor in a heap of giggles.
"I see your tears. The worst you have imagined is happening," I observe gently.
The young woman's eyes meet mine. Tears spill through dark lashes. She nods, then sobs in the unyielding pleather recliner in her child's hospital room. She reaches for my hand, holding it hard as she weeps.
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