from my purse and looked at it once.
Then I locked the nursery door and put the silver house key back in my purse.
The silver key made a small click against the lining of my purse when I set it beside the toaster. Daniel was already reading a message on his phone, and the words “hospital room number” appeared on the screen before he turned it away.
“She wants the room number now,” he said.
I put two slices of bread into the toaster and looked at him.
“Why?”
He read the message again. “She says she needs it for delivery day.”
“Delivery day is not a family appointment.”
“No.”
He set the phone on the counter and rubbed his wedding ring with his thumb.
The toast popped up. One slice landed crooked, and I fixed it with the corner of a butter knife.
“Did she ask for the
