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People who visited said I was "better" in one of the simple ways visitors understand things: I had fewer appointments, I smiled at set times, I even made careful jokes. But inside, there was a different landscape—less a healed valley than a rearranged city. Angel had not fixed me; it had taught me to choose which buildings to keep standing.

My answer changed depending on the day. Sometimes I said we named it because naming is how we ask for favors. Sometimes I thought we found Angel waiting, a patient thing, and we were finally ready to be chosen. angel amour assylum better

The next morning the staff buzzed with a kind of careful excitement. Tests that once declared "anomalous" were now "stable." Father Lin started humming off-key and called it hope, which made us all laugh because it sounded like too much. Mags, who had been hoarding orange peels in her pocket, swapped them with the orderlies for a tin of sardines and a half hour in the sun. Celeste wrote a postcard and slipped it back into the shoebox—addressed to no one—and the handwriting looked steadier. People who visited said I was "better" in