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 carried it with me anyway.

PART 4 — The Boy With the Blue Train

Denise met me at the door.

She had been told I was coming, and we had agreed on the purpose and limits of the visit.

That did not make entering the house feel less strange.

“Gemma?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Denise.”