A dying man, feeling his daughter move, in the little time they would ever share, separated by nothing but the thin wall of my skin and by everything.

I would give a great deal to have one more of those afternoons.

I did not know, then, to count them.

Chapter 6 — Please Trust Me

A few weeks before he died, Mark began asking to speak to his doctor alone.

I never understood why, and it troubled me, in a small way, because it was so unlike him.