Linda smoothed her collar and took half a step back into the hallway.

“We need to make a treatment decision quickly,” Dr.

Grant said.

“Her white cell count is dropping every sixty minutes.”

I waited for my father to say yes.

I waited for him to sign whatever was needed to start the medicine.

Richard didn’t say a word.

He stood completely still in the doorway, staring down at a calculator app on his phone while Dr.