Mom! should I hand the doctor the powder Grandma mixed into the milk?

Cowardice isn’t illegal. We divorced quietly. Noah and I moved states.

New house. Sunlit backyard. A rescue dog Margaret would have hated.

Noah talks about Evan often. About the bike he would have taught him to ride. The toys they would have shared.

I let him talk. Memory is how we keep him alive. I volunteer now.

Hospital advocacy. Policy reform. Evan’s Law exists in three hospitals.

Two-nurse verification. No unsupervised access. It’s not justice.

It’s prevention. Daniel sends cards. I shred them.

Margaret sends letters. I burn them. I’m not strong.

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