nod. “That’s smart.”
Hours crawled by. Dr. Patterson came out once to tell us Aubrey was still in surgery but stable. He didn’t look at me, didn’t acknowledge the envelope. At six in the morning, a nurse told us Aubrey was out of surgery and in recovery—unconscious but stable.
“I need coffee,” Michael said, standing. “You want anything?”
“No, I’m good.continue reading …
