Mr.

Henderson stamped the bottom corner with a heavy red seal and shut the leather binder.

The doors of St.

Jude Hospital stood wide open when I walked up the side ramp at five o’clock.

I went past the main reception desk and turned down the quiet hallway that led to the nondenominational chapel by the garden wing.

The room was cool and narrow, lit only by three stained-glass panels set high in the brick wall.

A brass stand of small white candles stood near the altar steps.