“Dad… my sister won’t wake up,” my son whispered, trembling. I rushed my starving kids to the hospital, terrified. But as the nurse checked our insurance, she stared at me in shock and said, “Your wife isn’t on a work trip. Her card was just used to pay for the delivery of her new baby with…”

I let them go back to that house.”

Before Sarah could reply, a doctor tapped on the glass door and stepped in. He looked exhausted, but the tight lines around his mouth had softened. “Mr. Mercer? Elsie is stable.”

I dropped my head into my hands, a jagged breath tearing out of my lungs.

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