A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
Nora looked tired suddenly.
“Simon asked me not to deliver his whole history as though it obligated you to take responsibility.
I should not have agreed to make this so difficult.
What I can do is help arrange the appropriate conversation.”
“You’re still not answering.”
“I know.”
“Then it sounds like yes.”
“It isn’t an answer, Gemma.