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Every day after school, Noah went straight to his mother's hospital room and stayed as long as the adults would let him. But when Jeremy finally insisted he come home on a Saturday, the boy said something that made him stop arguing.
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My wife had been in a coma for two months, and our seven-year-old hadn't spent a single day away from her room.
That Saturday night, I tried to talk him into at least coming home to sleep.
He told me he couldn't.
Because of "what happens in Mom's room on Saturdays."
I was on a work trip when my mother called me two months earlier. I still remember exactly where I was standing when my phone rang.
I was outside a conference room, staring through a window at a parking garage six floors below, irritated because the meeting had run late.
