My Husband Locked Our Phones in His Toolbox Before Friday Dinner—Then My Son Collapsed After Three Bites
He did not kneel.
Did not call for help.
Did not run toward the garage for our phones.
He simply watched.
Then darkness took the room away.
PART 2 — THE HOSPITAL
When I opened my eyes, I saw white ceiling tiles.
One bulb was burned out.
My mouth tasted bitter and dry.
A nasal cannula rested beneath my nose.
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