““I touch her shoulder, and her hands start to move. They took her off the medication for the tremors when she was admitted, and it took less than forty-eight hours for them to come back. “Steph,” I say carefully. “Please don’t shut me out.” “I c-ca-can’t.” Her eyes well with frustration and tears. “I h-hat-t-e th-this.” I move to the side of the bed and lace her fingers with mine, trying not to cry as well. Our hands move together as her body takes control. I do my best to comfort her. “I know, love. I hate it, too. Right now, we’re just dancing. That’s all.””
