And when Young said, “The doctor says there may be brain damage, she may never wake up,” Teresa gripped her hands and cried with her. But under the jolt of her pain and empathy (and she did ache for Young, she truly did), there was a part of her—the tiniest, most minute part, just one-tenth of one cell deep within her brain—that was glad, actually happy, that Mary was in a coma and might end up like Rosa.
