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 was worried about you.”

“I know that, too.”

Those two facts could live together.

So could the fact that he should have told me.

On the drive home, I stopped in a parking area and called Nora.

“I know,” I said.

She took a breath.

“About Julian?”