Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain

He looked at Victor.

Then he shrugged.

At twelve thirty-five, Patricia returned with a replacement tray.

Noah watched her remove the paper wrapper from the toast while Victor watched the new drink.

“This one stays sealed until Noah is ready,” she said.

“Can I open it for him?” Victor asked.

“I’ll handle it.”

“I’ve been doing his meals.”