Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
“A cup can get nicked in a dozen ordinary ways.”
“Then they’ll check those ways.”
“You’re connecting separate things because you’re scared.”
“I am scared.”
He looked at me.
It had been easier for him when I defended myself against that word.
Admitting it left the actual question in place.
“Being scared doesn’t tell us what caused the marks,” I added.