When Chloe was feeling well enough for another short visit, we decided not to meet at a hospital or even talk about the transplant unless she wanted to.

Clara suggested a quiet bookstore with a little café and a nearby park.

Hannah’s list had mentioned a movie, but Chloe said she wasn’t ready for a crowded theater.

I was glad nobody tried to persuade her.

We arrived on a sunny Saturday with a bag of chocolate cookies and the photographs from the memory box.

Chloe was waiting with her parents at a table by the window.

“You brought evidence,” she said when she saw the scorecard.