“She shared that picture like it was a badge of honor, Julian.

But when I saw your boy’s face, I knew it was wrong.”

“I know you did.”

She stood up.

The cafeteria was mostly empty now, just a couple of residents in scrubs at a corner table and a janitor pushing a wide dust mop across the tile.

“Teresa called me on my way here,” Beatrice said.

“She wanted to know if I’d heard anything at the hospital.

She sounded calm.