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 also wanted him back at the table so I could tell him his column headings were too small.
Nora pushed a box of tissues closer without taking my hand.
“He thought you would be frightened,” she said.
“I was.”
“I know.”
“And I am.”
“Knowing the relationship doesn’t mean you have to decide the future tonight.”
I looked toward Sadie’s room.