“You could’ve asked.”
“I wanted to put it beside the letter I was writing you.”
Diane lowered her eyes.
“You could’ve told me you were getting better,” I whispered. “I would’ve been happy for you.”
Ben tugged my sleeve.
“Was the surprise bad?”
I knelt.
“You did the right thing telling me. Go get Dad, sweetheart.”
“I would’ve been happy for you.”
When he left, I closed the blue box and picked it up.
“Never ask my son to keep secrets from me again.”
Diane nodded.
I carried the box back to my bedroom before returning to Nathan.
I closed the blue box.
***
Nathan arrived breathless.
“Mom? You’re standing?”
I handed him the notebook.
He read several pages before looking at me.
“I had no idea.”
“Neither did I.”
“I had no idea.”
He started explaining the insurance calls and prescriptions he’d handled.
“I know you helped,” I said. “But when did you last change her sheets?”
