Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
Victor answered at the same time.
“He took one sip.”
Patricia looked at Noah.
His eyes moved to his father.
“I did,” he said quietly.
I had not seen the sip.
I didn’t argue with him because my own memory of an untouched drink wasn’t more important than finding out what had happened.
Patricia recorded both answers and noted that I hadn’t witnessed him drinking.