She laughed at a joke, then asked me to repeat it.

When she became tired, she told us.

We stopped.

I was beginning to understand the value of that.

A visit didn’t need a breakthrough to matter.

Sometimes the best thing I could do was spend half an hour with my daughter without asking her to remember anything.

But outside Havenwood, another question remained.

The seven folders Calvin had brought to my kitchen contained more than medical records.