I Prayed for a Miracle, Now I Lock My Door Against My Son

” I said simply. “I’m alone.”

The nurse’s eyes softened for half a second. Then the professional mask returned.

“Okay,” she said. “We’ll see what we can do.”

See what we can do. The hospital language of maybe.

Hours later, a doctor came out—young, kind-eyed, tired.

He sat across from me with a clipboard like it was a shield.

“Mrs. Thompson,” he began.

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