Skip to content and as the doctor spoke quietly about neurological activity that hadn’t been present before, about small but measurable changes that needed careful monitoring, I understood that the story was not finished, not medically, not emotionally, and not between the people who had made decisions around him, because whatever had been hidden was now beginning to surface in ways that could no longer be contained, and I looked once more at my ex-husband through the glass door, standing frozen in the hallway, and I realized that the answers I had found were only the beginning of a much larger reckoning that would not just determine what had happened to Andrew, but who we all were when forced to face what we had tried to avoid.
