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

fists at my sides, but I kept my expression neutral.

“Great. Then it’s settled. I’ll take Connor home tonight, get him comfortable. Karen, I’ll text you updates.”

“Okay.” My sister hugged me, and I felt the tension in her shoulders, the way she held herself like something brittle that might shatter. “Thank you, Bill. You’re always there for us.”

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