A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy
I could feel compassion for that and still wish he had trusted me.
For a few minutes, we spoke about Simon without making him either flawless or selfish in every memory.
He could be generous.
He could also avoid a hard conversation by making a joke.
He had always been uncomfortable asking for something he could not repay.
Illness had intensified that discomfort.
The search for Julian exposed a part of his childhood he had learned not to expect anyone else to understand.
Finding Leo gave him someone to help while he himself needed help every day.