My Husband Told Our Daughter to Keep Her Clinic Visits Hidden From Our Bank Account

He clicked his pen twice and stepped out into the hallway.

I looked at Hannah.

Her face was pale in the fluorescent light, but the tight grimace she’d worn for the past twelve weeks was gone.

She looked tired, but she didn’t look frightened anymore.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up,” I said.

“You promise?” Hannah asked.

“I promise you,” I said.

The transport orderlies came in and unlocked the wheels of the bed.