You can be there.”

I looked at the chair near the window.

Her belongings were still secured beside it.

Through the clear plastic, a corner of yellow wool showed.

That morning she had carried it into the house to share something hopeful with her father.

I sat down because I could not remain standing.

PART 6 — Nine Men Near the Coffee Machine

After midnight, with a nurse staying close to Clara and the team continuing her care, I went to the hospital chapel.