She hesitated. “Are you sure?
I don’t want to be a burden.”
“You’re not. I’ll get Mila from daycare first, then I’ll come straight to the hospital. I’ll bring you home and help you settle in.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
***
The following afternoon, everything was lined up neatly in my head: Daycare pickup at five. Hospital discharge paperwork right after.
Dinner at my mom’s place.
A plan that only worked because we finally had a car.
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