“When are visiting hours?”
His eyes widened.
“What?”
“The hospital. When can people visit?”
“You don’t have to…”
“I didn’t ask that.”
He hesitated.
“They allow visitors until 8:00.”
I nodded.
“I’ll be there tomorrow.”
His face crumpled, and for the first time in 2 years, I saw something I never expected to see again.
Hope.
The next morning, I drove to the hospital with my stomach tied in knots.
A nurse at the front desk looked up when I arrived.
“I’m here to see Daniel.”
She checked her computer before smiling gently.
“Room 417.”
Outside his room, a woman stood as I approached.
It took me a second to recognize her.
“Lily?”
