CHAPTER 70
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I should hang up now. I know I should. It’s after 1:30. Nobody calls anybody at this time of night.
“Hello?” Her voice is groggy. I should just tell her it’s the wrong number. Apologize and hang up.
“Dr. Bell?” My throat is dry and chalky.
“Who’s this?”
It’s my last chance to end the call and salvage my remaining dignity. “It’s Tiff Franklin. Natalie’s mom.”
I hear rustling in the background. Did I get her out of bed? “Is everything ok?”
“Yeah. I mean, I don’t know. We’re here at Children’s ...” I’m fumbling over every sentence. I need to start over. “I’m sorry to bother you. I just ...” I bite my lip so my voice won’t crack. “It’s just that they want to put Natalie on the ventilator, and I ...”
Great. I’m calling my daughter’s pediatricia
