“She deals with fevers and sickness every single day of her life.”

“He didn’t sign up for this level of stress,” Sylvia shouted toward the registration desk, her voice booming across the quiet room.

“You’re the mother!

Figure it out!”

Several patients turned in their seats to watch her outburst, and the intake nurse behind the plastic window stopped typing.

Ethan looked at Sylvia without backing down.

“She’s four months old, Mom.

I’m staying right here.”