The head nurse’s office is small, the walls lined with certificates and awards.
She sits behind a desk, looking over papers as I enter.
“Please, take a seat,” she says, gesturing to the chair opposite her.
I sit, trying to steel myself for whatever comes next.
“Your sister has been very involved,” she begins.
Her tone is warm, yet there’s a formality to it.
“We value her input greatly.”
Her words sting, a reminder of my exclusion.
“I just want to know what’s happening with my daughter,” I manage to say.
She nods, a sympathetic smile on her face.
