Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands

She laughed, one short sound.

It was the first time I had heard it since October.

I folded the discharge sheet and put it in my coat pocket.

The trustee’s final letter was already there, folded twice, with the new account number and the court seal.

At the doorway, Rosalie stopped.

“Alexander.”

I turned.

“The cane isn’t for show,” she said.