Nadia keeps a small framed photo of that first real visit on her nightstand now — all of us crowded around Miles’s wheelchair, chocolate pie balanced awkwardly on a hospital tray table, everyone’s smile just slightly too wide for a normal family photo.
“I thought I was about to expose something awful,” she told me once, months after that first frantic sprint through our front door. “Turns out I just found the actual best part of the whole story, hiding behind a briefcase and a bad excuse.”
