CHAPTER 78
“Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t call about the ventilator thing.” I’m trying something new and coming straight out with an apology.
Jake doesn’t respond until we exit the building. Don’t ask me why he wants to walk outside in the stinking middle of winter in Seattle. I swear I’ll never understand that boy.
We cross the street. I have to pump my arms to keep up with him. What’s he think this is? A speed-walking competition?
“You should have let me know,” he broods.
I want to remind him about my stupid cell phone battery. I want to explain how much stress I’ve been under, how close I came to watching my daughter die last night. Does he have any idea what that’s like? If his mom hadn’t taken the car to the wrong hotel and then stuck around those few extra days, I might not have ha
