“My daily care log,” I said, keeping my voice short and quiet.

“Give it here,” Christopher said, reaching out without waiting for an answer.

He pulled the blue ledger notebook out from under the towels and flipped it open with his thumb.

He scanned the lined pages where I had recorded every feeding, every temperature check, and the exact minute Dr.

Wallace had walked into the bedroom over the past three days.

“Why are you writing down the doctor’s arrival times?” Christopher asked, his eyes narrowing as he glared at me over the blue cover.