A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
“He found this out last year?”
“Yes.”
“Did he find Julian?”
Her hands settled in her lap.
“He tried.”
I knew the answer before she finished, but knowing did not make it easier.
“Julian had died two years earlier.”
I looked back at the boys.