PART 15 – I Wanted Daniel to Give Me an Explanation, but I Knew I Had to Put Lily’s Safety Ahead of My Need to Hear His Voice

I finally switched my phone on while Lily rested beside me.

The screen filled with notifications.

Daniel had tried to reach me several times.

I stared at his name.

For years, I had answered him whenever I could.

Even during dinner.

Even while helping Lily with her bath.

Even when I was tired enough to fall asleep sitting upright.

I had treated his calls as things that needed immediate attention.

Now I didn't know whether answering was the right thing to do.

I didn't want to ignore an important message.

But I also didn't want to let his urgency push me into a decision before the hospital team had explained the appropriate next steps.

I checked the latest messages without replying.

They didn't tell me anything about Lily's condition.

They didn't explain why he had insisted that we return home.

I put the phone down.

I felt guilty.

Then I looked at my daughter and remembered why I was there.

I couldn't let guilt make the decision for me.

A nurse came into the room and asked whether I had questions about the next steps.

I explained that Daniel was contacting me.

She listened and reminded me to speak with the appropriate hospital staff before making arrangements.

I thanked her.

I wanted to handle everything carefully.

I didn't want an argument in the hospital.

I didn't want Lily to hear adults fighting about her.

And I didn't want to say something I couldn't take back because I was frightened.

I needed time.

When the nurse left, Lily opened her eyes.

“Is Daddy calling again?”

I nodded.

She looked away.

I waited a moment before asking whether she wanted to talk about it.

She shook her head.

“All right,” I said.

I didn't ask another question.

I wanted her to understand that she could say no without having to defend the answer.

She reached for the rabbit and pulled it closer.

I sat beside her, thinking about Daniel's voice.

I could almost hear the way he would ask where we were and why I hadn't answered.

I could imagine myself explaining that the doctor was concerned.

I could imagine him telling me I was worrying unnecessarily.

But those were imagined conversations.

I didn't know what he would actually say.

I had to stop rehearsing them as if I could prepare for every possible reaction.

The medical evaluation was still underway.

That was the fact that mattered.

I would speak with Daniel when it was appropriate and when I understood how to proceed.

Until then, I would keep my attention on Lily.

A member of the hospital team returned to explain that the staff were continuing to coordinate the next steps.

I listened carefully.

I asked what information they needed from me and answered as honestly as I could.

I didn't ask them to tell me what they couldn't yet know.

Afterward, I returned to my chair.

Lily was looking at the rabbit's face.

“Do you think he's scared?” she asked.

I looked at the toy.

“Maybe a little.”

“What should we do?”

I smoothed its bent ear.

“We can keep him close while he rests.”

She nodded.

Then she tucked the rabbit beneath her arm.

I wondered whether she was talking about the toy or asking something she couldn't put into words.

I didn't assume.

I simply stayed beside her.

For a long time, I had believed that keeping peace in a family was one of a mother's responsibilities.

I had tried to avoid conflict.

I had smoothed over disappointments.

I had explained Daniel's absences.

But peace wasn't the same as safety.

Silence wasn't the same as trust.

And avoiding an argument wasn't worth making my daughter feel that her fear didn't matter.

I knew that now.

I picked up my phone, checked that the hospital had the contact information it needed, and put it away again.

I wasn't ready to have a conversation with Daniel.

More importantly, I wasn't going to make one just to ease my own anxiety.

There would be time to face whatever came next.

For now, I stayed where Lily could see me.

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