A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy

The coat pocket.

The laptop.

The hours outside the house.

I asked whether I could see surveillance footage.

“I can’t give you access to that,” Brenda said.

“You would need to speak with administration about what, if anything, can be shared.”

She did not suddenly produce a visitor’s private details because I was Simon’s widow.

She told me what she remembered and directed my request to people who could assess it.