She wanted treatment.”

His gaze flicked toward Ruth.

“And now you’ve brought your mother into this.”

“Sadie’s grandmother,” Ruth said evenly.

“Yes, she has.”

He tried to move past me toward the recovery area, but a staff member stopped him and asked him to wait until the treating team approved visitors.

He muttered about filing complaints.

I watched him argue with someone who was doing her job and saw our marriage from a strange distance.