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

and at the back, tucked between two sheets of printed instructions, a handwritten note that said: you were never just a patient. Good luck, Rowan. Dana.

I kept that note. I still have it.

Ethan drove me home. I sat in the passenger seat of his car with the window cracked, watching the city move past, and I felt something that took me a while to identify continue reading …