“How long does mom have to be in the hospital?” It must’ve been the third time I asked dad. It’d been so long, and she was still in there. He always said the same thing, another day, but it seemed longer than that. Two whole days had passed since he picked me up from Jessica’s.
“She’s coming home this weekend, honey.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He gave me a smile and hunched down for me. Then he cleared his throat. “Honey, I want to talk to you about that night you found your mom in the bathroom.”
“Yeah?” I could tell he wanted to talk about it. Dad’s voice always changed when there was something important he wanted to say, but I looked away. I didn’t want to talk about that night. Mom was fine. Dad was back. Everything was fine. I knew it. I was fine.
“Yeah, honey.” He cleared his throat ag
