glanced back and saw tears shining in her eyes. She quickly looked away and dabbed at them with the corner of her blanket.
Something in the way she said it made me look away.
***
The second time I visited, I brought tulips. The third, a small box of caramel chocolates that the nurse said Rosie liked. By the fourth visit, I was showing up on a Wednesday, a day Tim had not paid for.
In the corridor I met Margaret, a fragile woman with sharp eyes and a cardigan two
