do.”
A nurse finally told Lily that Kathy needed rest. My daughter curled up sideways in the chair by her grandma’s bed, still holding Kathy’s hand until sleep dragged her under. I tucked the hospital blanket around her legs and stood watching her.
Kathy’s voice came softly. “She gets that from Lewis, too. The heart first.”
“Yeah,” I said. “He did.”
“She continue reading …
