After My Father’s Funeral, My Stepmother Left Me Behind and Claimed Everything—Then I Called the Number Dad Had Hidden in My Pocket
“What kind?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Why medicine?”
Noah thought about Michael.
About hospitals.
About doctors speaking carefully in hallways.
About how frightening it had been to know something was wrong and not understand any of it.
“I want to be useful when people are scared.”