A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
“Several times over the last months.”
“Alone?”
“Sometimes.
Sometimes with an older woman, Mrs.
Callahan.”
The name was familiar from things Simon had mentioned about his early life, though I had never met her.
I filed it away because I could not bear another unanswered question before seeing the boy.
Denise asked whether I was ready.