Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain

That first night, Noah asked me to leave the hall light on.

He had stopped needing it years earlier, but neither of us discussed that history.

I switched it on.

“Can you hear me from your room?”

“Yes.”

“If I call?”

“I’ll come.”

He settled beneath the blanket, then sat up to check where his hoodie was.