She had found a chair near the chapel door, her sleeves still over her hands, and she was watching me, and when I looked back, she looked at the floor.

I stood outside the glass of room four with my boots on the cold linoleum.

Evelyn laughed again, and the sound came all the way down the hall.

Then she took the phone from her ear and started walking toward me.

I didn’t go back to the waiting room.

I went up one floor to the office at the end of the cardiology corridor and knocked twice.

Samuel Higgins opened the door himself, still wearing yesterday’s tie.