“Hailey, please understand. We were thinking about what would be easiest for you.”
I turned toward her.
“Easiest for me?”
“You nearly went through a medical crisis.”
“So you made decisions about my child without me?”
Wendy folded her arms.
“You weren’t in a position to decide anything.”
Judy immediately stepped between the conversation and the bassinet.
“This isn’t the place for an argument.”
I looked at Mark.
“Did you sign those documents?”
He nodded.
“Did you tell anyone I agreed?”
He didn’t answer.
That silence told me enough.
“I want both of you to leave.”
Wendy’s expression hardened.
“You’re being emotional.”
“No,” I said quietly. “I’m being very clear.”
Mark tried to speak.
“Hailey—”
“Please leave.”
This time, he did.
PART 3
The next several days were exhausting, but far less dramatic than Wendy had apparently expected.
There were meetings.
Questions.
Paperwork.
Hospital administrators reviewed the records.
