The nurse came in quietly.
I coaxed his fingers open, heart pounding.
The handwriting was unmistakable.
"Mom, open my closet for the answers. BUT DON'T TELL DAD!"
The words read like a warning.
My chest tightened.
Why wouldn't he want Brendon to know? I smoothed the paper flat and bent close to his ear.
"Okay, sweetheart. I promise I won't," I whispered. "I'll find out what you need me to know."
The nurse checked his vitals and smiled softly. "Go home and get some rest. We'll call you if anything changes. He's stable for now."
