I was sedated, broken, and too weak to hold a pen without help.
After that, everything blurred.
***
Now I looked at Watson. “I need the old folder.”
“Now?”
“Right now.”
He followed me to the hall closet while music thumped outside.
“I need the old folder.”
I pulled down the plastic bin and dumped the hospital papers across the bedroom floor.
Watson knelt beside me. “What are we looking for?”
“Proof that Rowan died.”
His hands stopped moving.
I found Riley’s discharge papers, Rex’s feeding chart, condolence
