Kristen

I nod my chin toward the water glass; my throat feels more normal with every sip.

Anne rushes to my right side and the water mug on the table. My eyes widen at her urgency, and James chuckles.

“It’s been killing her not to tend to you,” he shares through a smile. “The nurses had to get the doctor to make your mom sit still and let them work.”

I shift my gaze to her as she stands on my right now. I grace her with what I hope is a small ...