Valerie Came Home From Deployment to Find Her Twelve-Year-Old Daughter in Intensive Care

I reached into my pocket and set a small brass key on the table.

It had a paper tag on it that said 2B.

“Your room,” I said.

“The one with the window.”

Abigail picked up the key.

She turned it over twice.

“I don’t have to share?”

“No.”