The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

staring at the walls with hollow eyes.

Three hours and seventeen minutes after Ethan called me, a surgical resident I didn’t recognize came through the double doors. She looked around the waiting room and her eyes landed on me.

“Monica Rivers?”

I stood up so fast I nearly knocked over my chair. “Yes. How is she?”

“The surgery was successful. We managed continue reading …