Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
She flattened the paper sleeve.
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
Neither had I, when he made similar remarks at home.
I put the receipt back in my purse.
It showed I had bought coffee.
It didn’t prove every minute of where I was afterward.
Still, it was one small thing that had happened outside Victor’s description of me.
I went back to room 412.