I filed it, the way I file everything, and I looked back down at the consent form, and I began, very quietly, to think.
“Nerys.” My father-in-law, Hywel, snapped it like a command.
“This is life and death.
What are you waiting for?”
I looked at the pen in my hand.
Everyone in that hallway thought I had frozen because I was frightened, or overwhelmed, or too simple a woman to handle a crisis.