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 called Nora.
“I found the financial files.”
She went quiet.
“And the address.”
“Gemma, please let me arrange an introduction.”
“Is it where Leo lives?”
“It is a foster family home.
You can’t just arrive and expect access to a child.”