When Our Baby Spiked A High Fever, My Husband Called His Overprotective Mother Before Anyone Else

Orla Owens.

The heavy plastic dosing syringe clinked sharply against the oak.

“Her second dose is at eight o’clock,” I said.

Ethan didn’t look up from the dark leather strap of his bag.

“I have to leave for the office by seven thirty to go over the slide deck with Alan Vance before the department meeting.”

“Look at me, Ethan.”

He slowly raised his chin, his eyes dry and rimmed with red.

“I opened your laptop bag in the hospital waiting room to look for June’s pacifier,” I said.