Gah. I don't know what you were worried about. This is great. I could really see the hospital room, and I love the way your description of the situation mirrors the way Kim and Renee dance around what they really want to say, so that you know what's going on without spelling it out.

The eagerness in Kim’s voice made Renee’s stomach muscles contract. She didn’t want to go back to that moment. Not now. Not here. Depending on the outcome of the next few days, maybe not ever. She’s Jack’s daughter. You don’t have a choice. “For a few minutes.”

Oh, yeah. I'm loving that you have a better understanding of Kim now. And Renee -- well.