They Asked for Thirty Lemon Desserts While My Newborn Fought to Breathe
“Go home, Melissa,” I said.
I smoothed the corner of the bill against my thigh and slid it into the bill slot on the soda machine.
“Claire, don’t walk away from me while I’m talking to you,” she said.
I pressed the button for spring water, caught the plastic bottle as it dropped into the metal tray, and turned toward the glass doors leading to the family wing.
I didn’t turn back when she shouted my name down the empty hallway.