Davis walked into Room 314 carrying a single manila file.

She stopped at the foot of my bed and didn’t sit down in the visitor chair.

“I need to leave you a copy of the filing for your own records,” the social worker said.

She took a copy of the termination document out of the file.

It was the same thick page Richard and Linda had signed that morning.

Ms.

Davis laid the paper flat on my metal tray table.