A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
“Papers aren’t nothing.”
“Gemma.”
“And you were on your laptop at two this morning.”
He reached toward me, then stopped when I did not move closer.
“Please don’t interrogate the dying man.”
“I hate that joke.”
“I know.”
“Whatever you’re doing, you can tell me.”