A hospital room.
Mark holding my hand.
Me crying.
I stood. “I’m going to the hospital.”
“Right now?” Diane asked.
Something shifted in my memory.
“Yes.”
Luke grabbed his jacket. “I’m coming.”
“So am I,” Ben said.
“No. Please. Give me an hour.”
“Why?”
“Because I need facts before I tell any of us what this means.”
I’m going to the hospital.
***
I went to the hospital looking for one answer.
Instead, I found the first crack in a story I’d believed for eighteen years.
At the records desk, I slid the paper toward the woman.
“I need to find out where this came from.”
She studied it. “These records are from 2008?”
I found the first crack in a story.
“Yes. I gave birth here that year.”
She typed something into her computer. “Was your delivery complicated?”
“I hemorrhaged. I was sedated for part of it.”
