I told myself they were busy at the hospital. Vanessa had warned me labor might make her shut everyone out.
Still, I slept with my phone beside me.
At 5:17 the next morning, it rang.
A woman said, “Is this Rick?”
My stomach dropped before she even introduced herself.
“I’m calling from St. Matthew’s. Your sister discharged herself about six hours ago. She listed you as her emergency contact.”
I sat upright.
“Where are the babies?”
The nurse paused.
“Here.”