“Hazel has another procedure on Monday,” she said.

“Megan asked me to tell you.

She hasn’t decided about visits.

But she thought you should know.”

I sat down before my legs gave way.

PART 10

The children’s hospital in Memphis looked ordinary from the outside: glass doors, a drop-off lane, a painted mural near the entrance.

I hadn’t been invited inside, so I stopped across the street at a coffee shop with a view of the main driveway.