The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

I answered, I didn’t hear my daughter’s voice.

I heard oxygen.

Monitors.

Then someone whispering my name.

“…Mom?”

Everything after that became automatic.

I left Fort Liberty without changing out of my dress uniform. The security gate lifted before my car had fully stopped, and less than an hour later I was pulling into Mercy General Hospital with blue evening continue reading …