me Ethan had a mild concussion and a fractured wrist but nothing life-threatening.
“I need to examine him again,” he said.
Ethan looked at me.
“Don’t leave.”
I wanted another hour of answers.
Instead, I looked at the drawing in my hand.
“We are not finished.”
Then I walked out.
Six hours earlier, the hospital had called me about Ethan’s accident.
I had left the twins with my neighbor and driven there immediately.
Once I arrived, the doctor told me Ethan would recover.