Callum’s Hospital Secret
“I can do that.”
“And I need you to stop speaking to me as though I’m one more person you have to manage.”
He put down the spoon.
“I’ve been doing that, haven’t I?”
“For a long time.”
We sat with the kitchen clock ticking behind us.
Outside, a neighbor dragged a trash bin across the driveway.
It was an absurdly ordinary sound for a night that felt enormous.
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