Meredith Caldwell — The Blue Folder
He saw my expression and looked ashamed.
“I keep thinking about those calls,” he said.
“Seventeen.
I told myself you were safe because you were in a hospital.
I told myself I could sort out the company first.”
“Willa was in the hospital too,” I said.
“I know.”
“You can understand that now and still never be the person I needed that day.”