So there’s that.”
At 4:00 on the dot, he puts her hand back on the blanket, stands up, nods at me, and leaves.
Every. Single. Day.
For months.
At first, I let it slide.
When your kid is in a coma, you don’t turn down anything that looks like kindness.
But after a while, I couldn’t stand it.
He wasn’t family.
He wasn’t any of Hannah’s friends’ parents.
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