For now.
Ethan turned back.
“Find Patricia,” he said.
Aaron nodded. “We’re on it.”
Naomi’s voice was careful. “Ethan, what ledger?”
He looked at the roses in his mind.
At Sarah’s hospital room.
En todas las noches se había quedado despierta junto a una computadora portátil mientras fingía que solo estaba organizando fotos familiares.
“No lo sé”, dijo.
But that was not true.
Not fully.
A week before Sarah’s final hospitalization, Ethan had found her crying at the kitchen table with a folder open in front of her.
When he asked what was wrong, she smiled too quickly and closed it.
“Solo números viejos”, había dicho.
Estaba agotado.
Terrified.
Focused on medicine schedules, insurance calls, Lily’s nightmares.
Lo había dejado ir.
Ahora deseaba no haberlo hecho.
Ethan miró a Lupita.
“Did you ever see Sarah here?”
Lupita asintió lentamente.
