My Parents Left Me in the ICU for My Brother’s Game, So I Made One Call

hour so I could shuffle around a rest stop parking lot, one hand on the car, the other pressed gently to my abdomen, relearning the small mechanics of being upright.

At the second stop, standing on asphalt that smelled of gasoline and heat and the particular flatness of nowhere in particular, I tilted my face up toward the pale blue sky and breathed.continue reading …