Date = 17 June
A silent week of injections and treatments to be ready for today.
Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)
POV - Enrique
“Make sure they fumigate, clean, and sterilize everything, especially Leyla’s room. Thanks, Aunt Edna.” I trust that she will make sure things go smoothly.
I hang up and place the phone carefully on the bedside table, like it’s the last fragile piece of control I’ve got left. Then I start pacing the narrow strip of space between the bed and the window, the sound of socks brushing tile echoing like restless whispers.
“Isn’t it too soon for that?” Logan leans against the wall like he owns the place, chewing on a piece of gum. “You should wait until just before she comes home. Doc said she’ll probably be here another month.”
“Yes.” My tone is clippe
