Valerie Came Home From Deployment to Find Her Twelve-Year-Old Daughter in Intensive Care

“One more thing,” Marisol said.

“The admission note lists the crash at ten forty-three at night.

On a school night.

Do you know why Abigail was out that late?”

I watched the tech push Abigail’s bed back through the doors.

“No,” I said.

“I don’t.”

Marisol wrote that down and didn’t look up.