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 know.”
She held out the envelope.
“He asked me to give it to you after he died.”
“What is it?”
She looked at my face, then at the envelope.
“So you really don’t know what he left you?”
The sentence frightened me more than the cardigan.
I took the envelope and opened it in the doorway.