The clicking stopped, and I looked up, expecting to see my husband immersed in the video. Nope. Instead, he's entranced by photos of Jack. Photos of us as a family. Photos of Jack in his car seat. Jack in his arms, his eyes covered from the light.
"I know. That's why I think he had it all along", I replied.
"They'll test for that, next time I mean?" he questions.
"Well, as I told you last week, there isn't a lot they can do... There really aren't any tests they can run.. It's all a snapshot in time, so there are no guarantees. The doctor told me I would be hard pressed to find any doctor who wouldn't run whatever test I asked of them, though...", I added.
"They need to test. This can't happen again" he tells me, matter-of-a-factly.
"I just miss Jack. You know?", he asks.
"I know", I reply.
Ugh, I wish I could fix this for him, for us. For Jack.