Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands

“I’m going to use it.”

“I know.”

“Good.” She tapped it once against the floor.

“Then let’s go home.”

At the discharge desk, a clerk pushed a clipboard at me.

I signed three forms and dated each one twice.

Rosalie sat in the plastic chair with the cane between her knees and read the medication list line by line.

“Two pills at breakfast,” she said.