Chapter 6
Winter arrived with heavy snow,
and the city slowed to a halt.
I was working from home,
and Rosie was building a fort in the living room.
My phone rang in the early afternoon,
and the caller ID showed a local hospital.
My stomach dropped instantly,
and I answered the call with hesitation.
It was a nurse from the cardiac ward,
and she was asking for Michael Carter.
I confirmed my name,
and she told me about my father.
He had suffered a massive heart attack,
and he was currently in the intensive care unit.
She said my mother had listed me as the emergency contact,
and she said they wanted me to come down.
I stood by the window,
and I watched the snow fall.
The news was heavy and sudden,
and it required a decision I was not ready to make.
I had promised to protect Rosie,
and I had promised to stay away.
But a heart attack was a matter of life and death,
and the moral lines became blurry.
I looked at Rosie in her blanket fort,
and she was completely oblivious.
I told the nurse I would think about it,
and I hung up the phone.
I sat on the couch for an hour,
and I stared at the blank television screen.
If I went to the hospital,
I would have to see my mother.
I would have to see Bethany,
because Bethany would certainly be there.
I would have to step back into the chaos,
and I would have to risk my peace.
But if he died,
and I did not say goodbye,
I wondered if the guilt would follow me.
I called Dr. Porter's emergency line,
and she answered quickly.
I explained the situation to her,
and I asked for her professional advice.
She listened quietly,
and she did not tell me what to do.
She said guilt is a very strong emotion,
but safety is a non-negotiable boundary.
She asked me what I needed to do to sleep at night,
and she told me to make a plan.
I decided I would go alone,
and I would leave Rosie with Mrs. Alvarez.
I called my neighbor,
and she agreed to watch her immediately.
I put on my heavy winter coat,
and I drove through the snowy streets.
The hospital smelled like antiseptic,
and it brought back memories of Anna.
I walked to the cardiac floor,
and I saw my mother in the waiting room.
She looked small and terrified,
and she was holding a crumpled tissue.
When she saw me,
she stood up quickly.
She did not run to hug me,
because my body language was totally closed.
She said he was resting,
and she said the doctors were hopeful.
I nodded,
and I asked if I could see him.
She pointed to the room down the hall,
and she stayed behind.
I walked into the dim room,
and my father was hooked to several machines.
His eyes were closed,
and his breathing was shallow.
He looked incredibly frail,
and the anger in me faded into pity.
He opened his eyes slowly,
and he saw me standing there.
He did not try to speak,
and I did not ask him to.
I just stood at the foot of the bed,
and I offered a silent acknowledgment.
I stayed for exactly ten minutes,
and I did not mention the past.
I turned to leave,
and he lifted one finger slightly.
I nodded again,
and I walked out the door.
I did not stop to talk to my mother,
and I did not wait for Bethany to arrive.
I drove back home in the snow,
and I felt completely resolved.
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I had paid my final respects,
and I had kept my boundaries intact.
