None left. I’ve checked. I thought it was still there, at first. But it’s not. It’s gone, it’s just- it’s not hurting her anymore, but she’s not getting better from the hurting it did already.

[ There’s an art to not looking while also not making a big deal out of not looking, and Trevor is not great at it. But he’s trying, and slowly each layer is removed and added to a tight bundle of cloth. ]

Her caravan said she left them two weeks ago, when she first knew she was sick. And she’d have to have been sick to know that she was sick so- maybe a little longer than that.