I Took My Daughter to the Hospital and Discovered Her Father Had Canceled Her Care

Daniel tapped his pen against his watch face again.

“You always panic over minor medical issues, Rebecca.”

“She could lose an ovary if this twists,” I said.

“I talked to the front desk five weeks ago,” Daniel said.

“The staff told me she was stable enough to go home.”

I took his sleeve and pulled him down the hallway into a small, quiet room set aside for family consultations.

The room had two vinyl armchairs, a plastic ficus tree in the corner, and a small laminate side table.