Maddie and Emma had no idea who “Mike” was. Her dad, Jason, didn’t know him.
Yet the nurses talked to him like he belonged there.
One day I asked Jenna, “Who is that guy?”
She hesitated.
That didn’t answer anything.
I let it go for a bit, but it kept building.
I’m the one signing forms and sleeping in a chair.
Some stranger is holding my kid’s hand like it’s his job.
So one afternoon, after his usual 4:00 exit, I got up and followed him into the hallway.
“Excuse me,” I said. “Mike?”
He turned.
Up close, he was even bigger.
Broad shoulders. Scarred knuckles. Tired eyes.
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