in my head like a nail.
They took blood from his heel. Then from a vein. Ethan finally cried, a thin, furious little sound, and I cried too because it felt like proof he was still here enough to be pissed off.
Michael filled out forms with shaking hands.
When he got to family history, he stopped.
He wrote: deceased sibling, galactosemia.
Then he crossed continue reading …