Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
His hoodie slipped from the chair and landed beside his shoes.
He picked it up, pulled one sleeve straight, and stopped.
“I remember something else.”
I put down the paper I was holding.
“You can tell me.”
He rubbed the blue cuff between his fingers.
“Dad used to ask if you checked the cabinet.”
“The cabinet with your medicines?”
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