“Her heart rate is elevated, and her breathing is forty-eight breaths per minute,” I added, looking straight into his eyes.

“She needs both of her parents standing right here.”

Sylvia reached around my shoulder, her sharp fingers reaching out to pinch the dark fabric of Ethan’s sleeve.

“He has thirty minutes of sleep left if he comes home with me right now, Rachel,” Sylvia declared, her voice ringing out loud over the continuous buzz of the vending machines.

“You are being completely unreasonable.”

“I am asking for the man I married to stand beside me right now,” I said to Ethan, ignoring her sharp tone entirely.