Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
“We need to stop feeding this,” he said.
I kept my hand open.
“Give it back.”
“I’m trying to keep Noah from thinking every meal is an examination.”
Patricia held out her hand too.
“The notebook belongs to Ellen.”
He returned it.
I wrote that he had taken it, then stopped before adding the explanation I wanted to assign to him.