“Keep this copy in your purse,” Miller added.

“If anyone from your family’s legal team calls you tonight, don’t answer.”

I took the elevator down to the parking garage and drove straight back to St.

Jude Regional Medical Center.

Room 304 was completely quiet except for the steady hum of the IV pump beside Toby’s bed.

Toby was asleep on his side, his right arm in a heavy white fiberglass splint held up by a soft blue sling.

His small left hand was tucked under his chin, his three fingers curled tight into his palm as if he were still holding his watercolor brush.