“June is sick, and I am staying with my wife.”

“She has her mother here,” Sylvia said, taking a step closer until her long velvet coat brushed his trousers.

“Rachel works in emergency medicine for a living,” Sylvia added, pointing a finger at my chest.

“She handles fever and sickness every single day of her life.”

“He did not sign up for this level of stress,” Sylvia shouted toward the registration desk, her voice booming across the quiet room.

“You are the mother!