My dad and I both work at the same hospital

before returning to her paperwork.

My dad and I step out into the hallway together.

For a moment we simply stand there, surrounded by the familiar sounds of the hospital—phones ringing, distant voices, the soft squeak of rubber soles on polished floors.

“Well,” my dad finally says.

“That was memorable.”

I laugh weakly.

“That’s one way to put it.”

He rubs continue reading …