She left when Brenda said the visit needed to end.

Later that morning, Maeve arrived with a basket of white chrysanthemums.

She stood at the reception desk brushing her coat sleeve.

I was walking a little in the corridor with permission from the staff when I saw her beyond the secured entrance.

“I am not visiting,” she told Brenda.

“I am leaving flowers.”

“The patient hasn’t authorized that delivery to the room.”

“She’s always been dramatic.”