A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
The visit would be limited and suitable for Leo, not an opportunity to obtain his full history over his head.
I agreed.
Before I left for Oakridge, I wrote three questions on a page.
What had Simon been trying to do?
What was actually arranged?
What was still uncertain?
I did not write the question I could not stop thinking.
Had he been Leo’s father?