Later, she asked for the sketchbook and spent twenty minutes drawing a small window with a patch of sky beyond it.

I did not ask what the drawing meant.

I simply watched her hand move across the paper, and for the first time I could imagine a future measured in ordinary afternoons rather than medical reports and court dates.

PART 9

The morning Garrett was arrested, I was sitting in the hospital cafeteria with a bowl of oatmeal I had no appetite for.

Patricia called at seven forty.