Dawson’s house.

He’d offered me his spare room without asking for a story.

When I returned to the hospital, I brought a clean blue cap—the same one Wesley had worn on his first day.

A nurse placed it with his belongings for when it would be appropriate to wear.

PART 14

Jenna’s mother, Ruth, arrived from Cincinnati that evening.

She was a retired school librarian with short gray hair and an astonishing ability to remain calm while doing three useful things at once.

She hugged me first.