PART 9

A week after our attorney meeting, Paige came to my apartment carrying an old spiral notebook.

“I found this behind Chloe’s art supplies,” she said.

“I wasn’t sure if it was meant for you.”

The first pages held shopping lists, jokes, and drawings of nurses as superheroes.

Near the center, a page was headed THINGS TO DO WHEN I GET BETTER.

There were ordinary hopes: see the ocean, teach Mrs.