It cost them fifty-eight million.”

Chapter 12 — Warm Peaches with Cinnamon

That night I did not sleep.

I sat in a chair pulled close to his bed, and every so often he would open his eyes just to check that I was still there, and find me, and close them again, reassured.

Around three in the morning, he asked me something I did not expect.

“Do you know,” he said, “how to make warm peaches with cinnamon?”