I only knew the technician’s face changed.
It was small.
A pause.
A stillness.
Her fingers stopped moving on the keyboard.
She looked at the screen, then at Maya, then back to the screen.
My stomach turned cold.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
The technician smiled too quickly.
“The doctor will go over the results with you.”
That is when Robert texted.
Where are you?
I turned the phone face down.
A minute later, it buzzed again.
Don’t tell me you took her to a hospital.
I stared at the words until they blurred.
Maya saw my face.
“Is it Dad?” she whispered.
I lied.
“It’s fine.”
She knew it was not.
Children always know more than adults think they do.
They learn the weather inside a house before they learn algebra.
They know which footsteps mean peace and which ones mean brace yourself.
At 5:12 p.m., Dr. Lawson returned.
