I gripped the phone tighter. “He trusted you, Brendon! He tried to tell you something was wrong and you canceled the appointment! I would have paid for it.”
“You always make everything into a crisis,” he said, defensive.
“Maybe that’s what kept him alive,” I shot back. “You should have listened.”
He hung up. My anger simmered, but I kept looking.
“You always overreact.”
I couldn’t find anything else. With nothing left, I finally reached for my phone, thinking maybe I’d missed a message from the hospital.
That’s when I saw the notification I’d never opened in all the chaos.
1 new video message: Andrew.
It was timestamped less than an hour before Brendon’s call.
Andrew’s face filled the screen. He looked pale, anxious, glancing off-camera.
“Hey, Mom. I don’t feel good. My chest hurts and I feel dizzy. Dad says it’s nothing, and if he finds out I told you, he’ll get mad. But I’m scared. You said to always let you know if something was wrong, so… I’m letting you know. If you see this, something happened.”
I finally reached for my phone.
From the background, Brendon’s voice broke through.
“Put that away, Andrew! You’re fine! Stop making a scene. Don’t worry your mom.”
Andrew’s lips pressed together, his eyes searching the lens. The video cut off.
I sat there frozen, replaying his words. Guilt washed over me. How many times had I missed a message in the rush of single parenting and work?
My boy had reached out to me, scared, and I hadn’t been there in time.
My hands shook as I dialed the hospital. It wasn’t just an emergency. It was Brendon’s lack of urgency.
Guilt washed over me.
“This is Olivia, Andrew’s mother. I found something you need to hear. Please call me back as soon as possible.”
As I ended the call, my voice cracked but I kept talking, as if Andrew was still at home. “I’m here now, sweetheart. I’m listening. I promise.”
And for the first time, I let myself cry, knowing I owed my son the truth, and that I’d do whatever it took to fight for him.
**
I barely slept. My phone lit up with texts from Brendon:
“Where are you?”
“Don’t make me the bad guy.”
“We need to look united. Stop digging, Olivia.”
**
“I found something you need to hear.”
By sunrise, the nurse called me back. I explained everything; the appointment, the note, and the video. She promised to inform the doctor right away.
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