Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
I didn’t.
It wasn’t because I had stopped remembering his kindnesses.
I remembered them too well.
They were part of why I had kept accepting his confidence as a reason to stop asking questions.
He had known Noah hated peas.
He had carried me coffee the way I liked it.
He had sat through difficult nights beside the bed.
None gave him a right to control Noah’s words or dismiss an unexplained medication finding.
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