“So tomorrow should work?”
“It should,” the doctor replied.
Neither of them seemed to realize I was watching more closely than usual.
What was still on schedule?
Ben didn’t have any treatments tomorrow.
The doctor smiled politely at me before leaving.
What was still on schedule?
But all I could think of were the nurse’s words.
“He’s lying to you. He and the doctor. They have a plan.”
“You okay?” Ben asked. “You seem far away.”
“Just tired.” I forced a smile.
He squeezed my hand.
“Go home after visiting hours end. Get some sleep.”
“You seem far away.”
“I will.”
A few minutes later, he shuffled toward the bathroom with his IV pole.
The moment the door clicked shut, I approached his bed.
I was going to find out what Ben was hiding from me.
My fingers trembled as I lifted the mattress higher.
A thin manila folder sat tucked between the frame and the springs.
