On the 6th, we went to city hall.
Daniel and I sat in the waiting area with an empty seat between us. He wore the gray coat I'd packed away. He must have pulled it out of the box. The collar was a little rumpled.
"Laura."
"Yes?"
"How's Mom doing?"
"She's doing well."
After a brief silence, he said, "I meant to go to the hospital that day, but I couldn't..."
"Okay."
"Megan's father really..."
"Daniel."
I turned to look at him.
"Even now, you're still explaining about Megan. You've never asked what those 5 days alone at the hospital were like for me. You've never asked if my hands shook when I signed off on Mom's treatment plan. You've never asked if I was scared the night she developed a fever. You've never asked how it felt to see her father calling you his son-in-law on Megan's
