Her voice was wrong in a specific way — thin, and slow, and about a half-beat behind, which I learned two days later was hydromorphone.
“Baby, where are you?”
“The hospital.
In Tyler I think.
There’s a fish on the ceiling.”
I was outside in the parking lot by then with no boots on.
“What happened?”
And my daughter said: “Uncle Cade backed the truck up and I was behind it.”
I want to put down exactly what I felt, because it was not what anybody expects and it is the reason I did not do anything stupid in the following four days.
What I felt was relief.
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