CHAPTER 62
I call Jake after the sun sets. It’s the first time we’ve talked since Natalie and I flew into Seattle last night.
“Hey.” I hate the way my voice sounds so tired. I hate that I’m not even trying to make my husband feel like I’m happy to be on the phone with him.
“What’s going on?” His voice is funny. Like I called him right in the middle of something important. Like he wasn’t expecting to hear from me.
“I just thought I’d give you a ring.”
“Yeah? How’s it going?” He’s distracted. What could he possibly be doing? Is he playing that stupid candy game and trying to have a conversation with me at the same time?
“It’s pretty good,” I tell him. “They’ve got her oxygen levels to stay in the nineties most of the day. They’ve been giving her steroids. I think it’s helping.”
“Stero
