“I know, mija. Me too.”
They both took deep breaths, and then her mother drove them straight to the hospital. Within half an hour of landing, she was at her father’s bedside, working hard not to lose it again, trying to channel her relief a different way. Her father made it easier by making her laugh. Even though they were there for him, he knew that she needed his help and didn’t hesitate to give it to her.
By the time her father kicked them out of his room as well, it was late. They’d eaten at the hospital, but it wasn’t exactly a lasting meal, so they set about making a snack. When her mother pulled down two wineglasses, Emma raised her eyebrows at her.
“Indulge me. I’m not going to be ready to go to sleep any time soon.”
Nodding, Emma put the food on the table and opened the wine b
