you.”
His voice softened.
“But I need to stay here with my family.”
Sylvia looked at me.
I said nothing.
I didn’t need to.
She slowly stood.
Picked up her bag.
“I’ll call tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
She walked toward the automatic doors.
Then she stopped.
Turned.
“Rachel.”
“Yes?”
Her voice was quieter than I had ever heard it.
“I’m sorry.”
I looked at her.
“Thank you.”
Then she left.
The waiting room gradually returned to normal.
People looked back at their phones.
The nurses returned to paperwork.
The room became anonymous
