Me. “
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t need it.”
He looked injured.
I immediately regretted the last sentence.
Not because it was entirely false.
Because it was designed to hurt.
I had spent enough years with frightened families to know that people often attack when they feel powerless.
I didn’t want to become one of them.
So I lowered my voice.
“Zach, I know you’re worried about me.”
He stared at the table.
“I promised Dad I would take care of you.”
Those words silenced me.
“When?”
“The hospital.”
I swallowed.
Dwight had only been intermittently conscious during his last day.
Zach had spent hours by her side.
I had spent most of that day doing that impossible thing that nurses sometimes do when illness strikes their own family.
Pretending not to understand
