At nine o’clock one morning, sunlight poured through the wide glass windows of Evelyn’s sunroom.

Evelyn sat comfortably on a cushioned bench near the corner ferns.

She wore a light green sweater over her shoulders, and her color was good.

Her grueling treatments had ended three weeks earlier.

Her natural hair was beginning to grow back in soft curls, catching the morning light when she turned her head.

A small cardboard shipping box sat on the side table next to her water glass.

“The medical courier picked up the donation package an hour ago,” Evelyn said.