Then, one day, Annie was holding her daughter's hand in her own when she saw Grace's finger move. She watched closely, but the movement was not repeated.
'Grace?' she said quietly. 'Grace?'
Nothing. She looked up at the screens above the bed. The speed of Grace's heartbeat was faster, she was sure. Yesterday it was 70. And now 84. She held Grace's hand more tightly in her own.
Ninety, a hundred, a hundred and ten . ..
'Talk to her.' A young doctor was standing behind her now.
For a moment, Annie didn't know what to say,
'Grace, it's me. It's time to wake up now. Please wake up.'