We’d made it into the maternity ward, when Lei came to a grinding halt. “Wait.” He’d been silent and calm on the short drive over, but now his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were nearly feverish.
I had to bite my tongue so as not to insist he take half a pill. He was down to an eighth of his dosage and soon to be completely medication-free. He hadn’t gone through all those restless nights, jittery mornings and near panic attacks to fall off the wagon tonight. I pulled him away from the middle of the wide hallway, nearer to the wall. “Take your coat off.” I quickly unbuttoned his coat and slid it down his shoulders. “Here.” I reached into my flap bag for a bottle of water. “Drink.”
“I wish I had a scotch and soda.” He gulped down half of the bottle.
“You don’t drink booze.”
“I wish I
