At 1:30 A.M., My Nephew Whispered From a Hospital Bed That He Didn’t Fall Off His Bike — The Doctor Confirmed My Worst Fear

program, already talking about eventually becoming a physical therapist.

“I got an email from Sophie,” he said. “She’s applying to universities now. Wants to study psychology. She said to tell you thank you.”

“For what?”

“For connecting the dots. She said if you hadn’t figured out the pattern, she’d still be thinking she was the only one, that what happened continue reading …