“She has nurses.

She has the best medical staff money can buy.”

“They monitor her condition,” Juliet said.

“That’s not the same thing, sir.

That’s not the same as sitting beside someone in the middle of the night when they’re frightened that they might die before morning.” She met my eyes.

“The machines can tell you her heart rate.

They can’t hold her hand.”

The words irritated me, and they irritated me precisely because I knew, the instant she said them, that they were true.