A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy

Callahan sighed.

“He was frightened of asking too much.”

“He asked more by leaving it like this.”

“I think you’re right.”

Her agreement mattered.

I did not want to be told that anger was ungrateful simply because the secret had a loving motive.

We sat quietly for a while.

Then she asked whether I wanted a copy of the photograph.