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

I had never seen her before.

On another short segment, she stood near the corridor wall wiping her face.

“She was upset,” I said.

“That appears to be what the footage shows.”

“About Simon?”

“We can’t determine that from the image.”

I knew the answer was sensible.

I hated it.