“We’re ready,” she says. “Time to wheel him back.” Her brows scrunch. “You are…? I don’t think I got your name.” “Josh Miller,” I tell her. I’m surprised when Ezra’s eyes open. “My husband,” he says, the words only slightly slurred. The woman’s eyes pop open wider. “Oh, okay.” She smiles, looking mildly amused. I laugh. Ezra’s eyes pull open again. He gives me this goofy little smile, and then they take him.
