Sixteen Years I Didn’t Speak to My Mother. Then I Went Missing, and From Her Sickbed She Said “Go Find Her”

So I will say it here, where he will probably never read it: thank you, Henry.

You did the thing that matters most and costs the least, the thing my whole profession is secretly built on.

You stayed, and you kept talking, and you would not let go.

Hours later, a rescue helicopter lifted me up out of that swamp and carried me to a regional hospital, and I went under somewhere in the noise of the rotors, and the next voice I heard clearly was a young doctor shouting about my leg.

Chapter 11 — Don’t Touch Them Yet