father is coming,” I heard him tell Sarah. “You get yourself to the hospital.”
He hung up.
I stared at him in disbelief.
“How could you do that?”
He looked at me for several seconds.
Then he said something I will never forget.
“How could you turn away our daughter when she needs us?”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
“This isn’t like you,” he continued.
His voice wasn’t angry.
It was disappointed.
Somehow, that hurt more.
He grabbed his coat and left.
I stayed behind.
At first,
