I gripped the phone. “He has a heart condition. Follow-up care isn’t optional. If you had told me there was an insurance issue, I would have paid for it myself without a second thought.”
“You make everything into a crisis.”
“Maybe that’s what kept him alive until now,” I said. “You should have told me. You had no right to make that decision alone.”
He hung up.
The Video Message I Had Almost Missed
I sat on Andrew’s bed with his shoebox and the appointment card and the sticky note in his handwriting, and I reached for my phone with the vague thought that I might have missed something from the hospital.
That’s when I saw the notification I hadn’t opened in all the chaos of the evening.
1 new video message: Andrew.
The timestamp was fifteen minutes before Brendon had called me from the ER.
