Dr. Lawson didn’t answer fast enough.
That silence almost destroyed me.
“We’re going to move quickly,” he said. “That’s all I can promise right now.”
Within an hour, Maya was admitted.
Within two hours, she was being wheeled away for a CT scan.
And within three hours, my husband found out.
Robert stormed into the hospital room like he owned the building.
“What the hell did you do?” he snapped.
Maya flinched.
I stood between him and the bed.
“I brought our sick daughter to a doctor.”
His face tightened. “Behind my back.”
“Yes,” I said. “Because you wouldn’t listen.”
He looked at Maya, then at the IV in her arm, the pale shine of her face, the fear in her eyes.
