No smile, no tears, no hand reaching for mine.
I told myself he was overwhelmed.
Dr. Kahn went over Theo’s follow-up plan while I wrote everything down.
Lists had become my favorite form of panic. If I could put something on paper, I could pretend it was under control.
« You heard him, right? »
Dr. Kahn finally stood.
« I’ll give you two a minute. The nurse will bring the last forms. »
The door closed behind him.
I pulled the paperwork into a neat stack.
« Okay, » I said. « You sign this one. I think this one is mine. »
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