at the timestamps until the numbers lost shape.
March 14. 10:12 a.m.
April 2. 1:08 p.m.
April 29. 9:41 a.m.
May 16. 11:03 a.m.
June 4. 12:19 p.m.
Today.
Each one lined up almost neatly with an appointment on my calendar. Bloodwork. Anatomy scan. Glucose test. The days I’d waddled into clinics alone while texting Damon updates he answered with thumbs-up emojis continue reading …
