After A Few Minutes, She Was Fast Asleep. Her Tiny, Fragile Hand Curled Around The Silver Chain Of My Wallet, And Her Breathing Synced Up With Mine. The Nurse Stood In The Doorway, Tears In Her Eyes. “She Hasn’t Slept For More Than Twenty Minutes At A Time Since She Got Here,” She Whispered. “I Think She Likes The Way You Rumble.”