Colin sat at his mother’s bedside, stroking her hand and helping her sip water through a straw and making sure she was comfortable. When she fell asleep, the doctor told Colin it was best for him to go home. That there was nothing more he could do here and he’d more helpful to his mother in the morning after getting a good rest.
At first, Colin argued. Hard. Mean, almost. Dexter wanted to say something. He didn’t know what and even if he did, he didn’t know how. In the end, Darcie convinced him with their promise still intact. If anything happened during the night, he’d be the first to know. And, as always, they’d be in touch first thing in the morning.
“If anything changes,” she assured him, “you’ll be the first to know.”