Cincinnati Children’s Hospital was unlike anything Emily had ever seen.
A private room with a window that looked out over the city. Specialized equipment. Nurses who knew Noah’s name before he got there. Doctors who sat down in a chair and looked her in the eye and explained things, instead of rushing past her in the hallway with a clipboard.
Daniel had called the head of pediatric neurosurgery personally. He’d also called his lawyers in New York and instructed them to set up a dedicated medical trust for Noah, a fund that would cover every necessary treatment, therapy, surgery, and piece of equipment for the rest of the boy’s life. Regardless of cost.
And he’d had his finance office pay off every single one of the bills in the blue binder. All hundred and sixty-seven thousand dollars. The collection agency in Ohio got a wire transfer and a letter from a Manhattan law firm asking them to correct Emily’s credit report within thirty days.
He didn’t tell Emily about the bills. Not yet.
That first evening, he came back to Noah’s room with a tray from the hospital cafeteria. Noah was asleep. Emily was sitting in the chair beside the bed, staring out the window at the lights of the city.
“You haven’t eaten all day,” Daniel said.
“I’m not hungry.”
He set the tray down on the little table next to her. Grilled cheese. Tomato soup. A chocolate chip cookie.
“Please, Emily. Just a little.”
She looked at him.
“You don’t have to pretend to be worried about me.”
“I’m not pretending.”
“You used to say things like that, too,” she said. “All the time.”
Daniel pulled a chair over and sat down across from her.
“I know.”
“No, Daniel.” Her voice started shaking. “You don’t know. You don’t know what it was like to walk out of your own house with one suitcase and forty dollars in your purse, pregnant, with nowhere to go, wondering how you were going to survive the next week.”
He sat completely still.
“You don’t know what it’s like to watch your baby try to crawl and not be able to. To watch him try to walk and fall down, over and over. To spend nights in hospital waiting rooms. To smile at him and tell him everything’s fine, ten minutes after a doctor told you the treatment he needs costs more than you’ll earn in your entire life.”
She wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
“And you don’t know how many times I picked up the phone to call you.”
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