A hand wraps around mine, warm and familiar, like Mom’s. It feels just like Mom’s. The doctor shoves that light in front of my eyes and tells me to follow it. At first, I don’t comply because I don’t want to break eye contact with Reina. What if she disappears? She nods at me, squeezing my hand encouragingly, so I follow the doctor’s instructions. He asks me to talk and say my name. “Reina,” I whisper in a hoarse voice. “Reina Ellis.”
