what to do.
We left the hospital around 5:15.
June had received her first antibiotic dose.
Her fever had dropped to 101.3.
She was still sick.
But slightly calmer.
I sat in the back beside her.
Ethan drove.
Slowly.
Carefully.
When we reached home, I fed June.
She ate less than usual and eventually fell asleep against my chest.
Ethan sat nearby.
“Do you want me to take her?”
“In a minute.”
“Okay.”
Then he said,
“I’m calling out of work.”
I looked at him.
“The presentation?”
“I’ll
