No, she’s back to her usual cheery self. I gave her acetaminophen before we came and that seems to be doing its job.
Delphine
She’s such a sweet little bug. Give her kisses from me.
Lila
I’m so glad she’s feeling better. How’s mama doing?
Esme
Tired.
Seraphina
Any word from Grady?
Esme
Not yet.
Gillian
Let us know how we can help with anything.
Esme
I will. Love you all so much.
The door opened again.
“Madison Taylor?”
“That’s us.” I stood, taking Madison’s hand in mine as we followed the nurse back to the exam room.
Madison climbed onto the table, careful with her cast. The nurse took her vitals, asked the standard questions about pain levels and mobility. “Dr. Mason will be in shortly. He’ll review the X-rays with you.”
“Thank you.”
The door closed. Madison kicked her feet, staring at the anatomical posters on the wall.
“Mommy?”
“Yeah, honey?”
“When’s Grady coming back?”
“Tomorrow, I think. Or the next day.”
“Good. I miss him.”
“Me too.”
“Do you think wishes come true even when it’s not your birthday?” Madison asked.
“I’m not sure. Depends on the wish maybe. What’re you wishing for?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
