And Evelyn’s pale lips parted.

No sound came — she had no breath left to give a sound — but she formed a single word, clearly, deliberately, with the very last of her strength, holding my eyes while she did it, so that I could not fail to understand.

Enough.

Seconds later, the monitor’s rhythm stretched into one long, unbroken tone.

She was gone.

Her son was on a beach a thousand miles away.