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 am not going there to hurt a child,” I said.
“I know.
But he should not have to answer adult questions about something he may not fully understand.”
I put my hand over my eyes.
The sentence stopped me from treating the address as the next door in a private investigation.
We arranged contact through the proper people.
My identity and connection to Simon were checked.
Denise, the foster carer, was consulted.