Anna's POV:

Three mornings in a row I've woken up and kept breakfast down without incident. The nausea has settled into something manageable — domesticated, present but not ruling — and something about that quiet accumulation of small victories has shifted in me.

I tell Alexander at dinner that I'm going back to work.

He goes still. The specific stillness of a man filing something under a category it doesn't fit.

"The doctor said ...