Chapter 13: What His Mother Told Me

Wren was eleven weeks old the night she spiked a fever of 104. I am a trauma physician. I have run paediatric codes. And I stood in that nursery at 2 a.m. with my own child seizing in my arms and my hands would not stop shaking. Killian got us to Mercy in nineteen minutes, which is not legally possible. I remember him carrying her through the doors. I remember him saying her weight, her birth date, her feeds, her last dose of paracetamol, to the triage nurse without one single pause — a...