At the Hospital, a Nurse Told Me My Husband’s Wife and Son Were Already With Him—Then I Heard the Recording From His Crash
Ordinary bureaucracy.
I stared at it.
That form had been the first thing I reached for when my personal life exploded.
Not Alistair’s phone.
Not Paige’s hair.
Not Martha’s face.
A record.
Something verifiable.
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