“The charge nurse packed your things.

She put the soup in a plastic bag so it wouldn’t leak.”

She set the duffel down and tucked the thermos into the side pocket.

“Abigail’s blue sweater is in there too.

Folded on top.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not doing this to be kind,” Marisol said.

“I’m doing it because the paperwork is wrong.”