“You can’t just show up and start giving orders,” he said.

“I’ve been handling this for nine days.”

“You told me they were taking her off life support tomorrow.”

“I was preparing you.”

“For what?”

“For the inevitable.” He put his hand flat on the chapel door.

“She isn’t going to wake up, Valerie, so you need to stop making a scene.”

I looked at his hand on the wood.