About a week later, Hayden wheeled out of their bedroom where he had been making some calls. He looked at them; Beck and Myla curled up together on the couch watching a movie, Beck’s head in her lap. While Jared was sitting in a sofa playing games on his tablet.

“I am going in for the surgery tomorrow by noon,” Hayden said flatly, as if saying it long enough would make time feel organized. “All the surgeons have finally flown in.”

“No.” Myla snapped, looking at him, her voice ...