“Daniel, could you take me to the hospital? I think it’s time I found out what’s happening.”
He didn’t ask any questions. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
He was there in fifteen.
He came in through the kitchen door with his car keys still in his hand and stopped dead when he saw me sitting at the kitchen table in my bathrobe.
“Mom,” he said. “Oh, Mom.”
I tried to smile. “I know. I look like I swallowed a beach ball.”
“Why didn’t you tell me it had gotten this bad?”
“I didn’t want to worry anyone.”
He crouched down beside my chair and put his hand on my shoulder. He squeezed it gently.Study Anatomy
“That’s what we’re here for,” he said. “You know that.”
“Your father always said that.”
“I know,” Daniel said, and something passed over his face that I didn’t understand. Something heavy. Then it was gone. “Come on. Let’s get you dressed.”
