“I thought you were about to tell me he was dead.”
Daniel’s face tightened.
“I know. I should’ve told you he was alive first. He made me promise not to bring you. I handled this badly.”
“You nearly broke my heart keeping his secret.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Take me to him when he arrives.”
He nodded.
We waited in a quiet family room at the rehabilitation facility.
The hours crawled.
I called Jeremy twice.
Both calls went unanswered.
Daniel said the medical team was on its way.
He promised to tell me when Jeremy arrived.
I wanted to ask why Jeremy hadn’t called me himself.
But I watched the girls sleep.
And remembered the night they were born.
There had been two cries.
Two tiny bodies against my chest.
And a phone propped beside my pillow, waiting for a call that came too late.
Jeremy had cried when I showed him their faces.
