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Caleb volunteered there reading to younger patients.”
I looked back down at the letter.
Suddenly, I remembered all those Saturdays.
Caleb coming home late.
Sometimes quiet.
Sometimes strangely happy.
Once, I had caught him smiling at his phone.
“Girl?” I teased.
He had turned red.
“Maybe.”
I never asked again.
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Now I wished I had.
Laura gave a sad smile.
“Emily said Caleb was the first person who stopped treating her like she was dying.”
I couldn’t speak.
“They became friends first. Then more than friends.”
My throat tightened.
“My son was in love with your daughter?”
Laura nodded.
“They were.”
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I closed my eyes.
Caleb had fallen in love.
One of the things I had feared he would never experience had already happened.
And I hadn’t known.
I returned to his letter.
Mom, I didn’t tell you about Emily because I knew what you would do. You would love her.
