Our Home Security Camera Recorded What My Husband Did Before He Left for Denver

I followed them into the imaging department.

They slid Lily onto the metal table of the scanning machine.

At six in the evening Dr.

Miller pushed open the heavy wooden door to the radiology viewing room.

He wore a crisp white coat over his dark blue scrubs.

“Mrs.

Palmer,” he said.

“Is her appendix ruptured?” I asked.