He shut the yellow folder with a flat snap.

“If your blood pressure climbs again, you come straight back to this bed.”

“I’ll make sure it stays down,” Kevin said.

Two hours later, Kevin carried our blue canvas duffel bag into the small family room down the hall from the intensive care unit.

The room had a narrow window, two stiff armchairs, and a pullout sofa covered in thin green vinyl.

Brooklyn came in behind him, clutching the edge of her pink blanket under her chin.