My stomach turned.
“What?”
“Peggy said that?”
He nodded. “She said you couldn’t face it. She said I had to be strong enough for both of us.”
I stood so fast the box nearly fell.
***
For eighteen years, I’d remembered pieces of that hospital night.
Doctor Jefferson walking toward us.
My mother wrapping her arms around me.
“She said you couldn’t face it.”
Someone saying, “He’s gone, Dawn.”
