Tonight, he was the only one of us who knew what to do.
“A few minutes later,” the doctor said, “and we’d be having a very different conversation.”
He left us alone.
For years, she’d seen my brother as one terrible accident.
Claire sat down next to Jamie. She didn’t speak for a long time.
“I’m sorry,” she said finally.
He looked at her.
“I was wrong about you.”
He didn’t say it was okay.
He only asked, “Is Sophie okay?”
Tonight, he was the only one of us who knew what to do.
“Yes.”
“Can I see her?”
A nurse led us down the hall to Sophie’s room. Jamie hung back at the door, the way he’d learned to.
He lifted his hand and knocked twice on the frame.
Then he waited.
Claire shifted Sophie to one arm. With her free hand, she knocked twice on the metal bed rail.
