Make It Make Sense
“I know how it sounds,” Ana said as she sat back down. “I have spent the entire morning trying to make sense of everything.” She wiped her eyes as her other hand squeezed Chester’s fingers as she’d done when the doctor started talking.
“I talked to my mom about it,” she said. “Not directly. I just asked a few questions and filled in the rest.” Her speaking gave Chester the impression that she’d figured out everything herself.