A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
“You’ll be okay.”
“Don’t say that.”
“You will.”
“No, Simon.”
He tightened his fingers around mine with the small amount of strength he had.
“Promise you’ll keep going.”
“I don’t know how.”
“You’ll figure it out.