(Willa)
I put Emmett to bed in the room he chose. The bed felt like a cloud, and I almost fell asleep next to him. He seemed to be alright, but not one hundred percent, and it worried me. A cold didn’t seem like the right explanation; it felt like a blanket statement. Caspien trusted the head doctor, but even he seemed worried.
“Mama?” His voice was thick with sleep.
“Yes?” I kissed his forehead, still warm, brushing some thick brown locks from his face.
“Can we stay here?’ He asked, “Forever?”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I liked that he already felt so comfortable, but I still had apprehension about the situation.
If I chose this, it was permanent, final; no going back.
I knew now that I wanted that, but I had to make sure that he was good for Emmett and that Emmett wanted
