My Parents Left Me in the ICU and Flew to Cancun Until I Saw the Same Name on the Visitor Log Every Night

from. Just as a person.”

He was quiet for a moment. His hands, resting on his knees, were still. “Yes,” he said finally. “That’s available. That’s what I would want too.”

I was discharged on day twelve, a Thursday morning in early November when the San Diego air had the particular cool clarity of autumn arriving in a place that never fully commits to continue reading …