"Take her to the emergency room now,"
"We need to go."
He closed his eyes.
"Could this night get any worse?" he muttered.
I was too worried about Nora to think too deeply about what he meant.
***
By two in the morning, we were still sitting in the ER waiting room.
"Could this night get any worse?"
Nora had screamed herself hoarse. Her cries had become these weak, broken sounds that made my stomach twist every time I heard them.
I sat in a hard plastic chair with her tucked against me, rocking back and forth.
I was terrified.
Ethan paced near the vending machines.
Her cries had become these weak, broken sounds.
Every few minutes, he checked his phone.
Then the clock.
Then his phone again.
Finally, he rubbed both hands over his face.
"This is ridiculous."
Every few minutes, he checked his phone.
"I know, but we're in the right place for her, and they'll get to us soon."
