Rachel followed my gaze to the hallway.

“They’ve been out there for an hour,” Rachel said.

“My dad is very precise about medical records,” I said.

Rachel looked at the napkin in Richard’s hand, then back at me.

She didn’t correct me.

She just tucked the corners of the gray blanket under the mattress and left the room.

I stayed quiet and watched my parents ignore the open door to my room.

The next morning, a transport orderly wheeled me down to the cafeteria.