her life, holding herself together because she had decided I was no longer someone she could call.
Dr. Keller took the file gently from my hand and returned it to Sophie’s bedside chart.
“We should continue this conversation inside,” he said.
Sophie didn’t move.
Neither did I.
The space between us felt full of ghosts.
Finally, she looked at the doctor. “Can we have a minute?”
He hesitated, then nodded. “One minute. Then you need to rest.”
When he disappeared into the room, Sophie sank back into the chair by the window. The movement looked painful, though she tried to hide it.
I crouched in front of her before thinking better of it.
Once, I would have taken her hand without hesitation.
Now I didn’t know if I had the right.
So I kept my hands clasped together and forced myself to look at her.
“What happened to your hair?”
