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We cross over the state line into Oregon a short time later and a while after that we pull into the hospital entrance.
“Just stop by the emergency and I’ll park the truck,” I say.
Jasper does exactly that. He’s out of the car in a flash, running through the emergency room doors. I park the truck and then walk through the doors a little reluctantly. Mostly because I’m not sure what my place is here. The closer we got to the hospital, the more real the situation became. The more I wished I was on the brown leather couch back at the cabin, or hell, maybe back in San Francisco.
There’s no chance this kid will like me, I think as I look around. But my brother’s kids love me. Yeah, that’s because you’re the irresponsible aunt, my subconscious says and I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
