A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
That was what he had always believed, and what I had believed with him.
Brenda apologized.
She could see that she had given me information I had not expected.
“How often?” I asked.
“Several times over those last weeks.
Sometimes for a couple of hours.”
“What did she look like?”
“Dark hair.