“Your numbers are better than they were in October.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” she whispered.

Once the doctor left, Evelyn rested her head heavily against my arm.

The paper covering the exam table crinkled under her weight.

“He hasn’t called,” Evelyn said.

“It’s only been a few hours,” I said.

“A son calls his mother after something like that happens,” she said.

I checked my phone again.