Chapter 13

“I’ll stay, David,” I said into his ear, though he slept. “My Davie.” 6

The next morning, I stood in the corner of Davie’s room, staying out of the nurse’s way. She was a woman in her early forties with a rough bedside manner I didn’t particularly appreciate. She shot me a quick glance over her shoulder. “You’re gonna stand there the whole time?”

“Can I help you with anything?” I asked, as nicely as I could.

She was hooking up a new bag to the pole. “No,” she said, but her expression had softened. She watched me for a second. “I haven’t seen you around before, now have I?” Meanwhile, she stuck a thermometer in David’s ear.