The nurse tried not to show pity when she stepped into the waiting room and found Jordan Williams sitting alone.
He noticed anyway.
It was the slight pause at the doorway.
The quick glance toward the empty chairs.
The way her eyes softened when she realized there were no grandparents, no uncle, no nervous family circle taking turns with coffee and whispered encouragement.
Just Jordan, hunched in a plastic chair, holding a stuffed giraffe with one bent ear.
The waiting room felt too bright and too empty.
