Her hair was always the last thing she fixed before company.

She would stand at the bathroom mirror with the door open and talk to me through it.

A nurse came in, looked at my hands, and set a paper cup of water on the sill without saying anything.

The phone buzzed against the tray.

A voicemail from Hale.

“Captain, don’t sign anything they hand you.

And do me one favor.

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