Yes, she’d pressed the doctor to give her a way to contact him. Even though Zev had accused her of being pushy
Ayala’s eyes were still bleary from sleep, and she had to squint to check her email.
“Nothing,” she muttered.
“What’s that?” Layale asked from the kitchen, where she was cutting tomatoes for her school lunch.
Ayala shook her head. “I was hoping Uncle Zev would have emailed me about how Bubby’s doing.” She forced a smile. “But I guess no news is good news, huh?”
When she’d spoken to Zev last night, he’d told her the doctors were talking about discharging Mommy from the cardiac care unit today.
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