Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
He was responding to a possibility Victor presented confidently, with me standing there too tired to make a polished reply.
“Please read Patricia’s notes before deciding what my questions mean,” I said.
Owen paused.
“I will.”
Victor handed him the version of the conversation he preferred anyway.
“She manages Noah’s medicines at home.
She’s worried about every symptom.”
I looked at Noah’s doorway.