I told her she could keep it in her pocket for as long as she wanted.

Before we left, I called the hospital to confirm that Arthur was willing to see us and that he was feeling well enough for a short visit.

Then I called Pat and asked her to be available afterward in case Harper needed somewhere familiar and quiet.

I brought water, crayons, and a snack.

It felt absurd to prepare for an encounter with a wealthy dying stranger the same way I prepared for a doctor’s appointment, but ordinary routines had always helped Harper feel safe.

In the hospital parking lot, she slipped her hand into mine.