That’s when the door burst open.
Three security guards rushed in, hands on their radios, ready for trouble.
“Ma’am, are these the intruders you reported?” one asked.
I opened my mouth. The words should have been Yes. Arrest them.
But then Tommy spoke, his voice trembling with joy.
“Mom… look, Mom, I’m a Road Warrior now.”
For weeks, he had called every nurse “Mom” by accident, desperate for someone to fill the void.
But this time, there was pride in his tone.
Belonging.
I swallowed hard. Looked at the guards. And heard myself say words I never thought I’d say.
“Stand down. False alarm. These gentlemen are scheduled visitors.”
