Each word landed like a blade.

Two days later Nellie was moved to a regular room, and Alistair went back to the bridge to gather her things. He found a small bag, a child’s shoe, and a thick stack of letters — every one of them addressed, To Sawyer, from Dad.

He opened one.

Dear Sawyer: I did a hard surgery today and thought of you. Your mom says you can read now. I’m so proud of you. I’ll see you soon.

The handwriting was Nellie’s.

Another had been written for the boy’s seventh birthday. I know you wished you could see me when you blew out your candles. It will happen soon. Take care of Mom.