My head was bowed. One arm was cradled against my body. Even through the poor quality footage, I looked barely conscious.
Jason leaned down near my ear, saying something the camera could not capture.
Then another figure stepped into the frame.
A woman in scrubs.
She approached Jason, glanced at me, and seemed to argue with him. Jason shook his head. Evelyn placed herself between the nurse and the camera, blocking part of the view.
The nurse tried to move around her.
Then, in the corner of the footage, someone else appeared.
A man.
Tall. Dark coat. Familiar posture.
He stood near the lobby entrance, watching.
My breath stopped.
Daniel leaned closer to the screen.
“Who is that?” he asked.
The man turned slightly, and the camera caught his profile.
For years, I had carried grief for my father like a sealed room inside me. Thomas Caldwell had died two months before my hospital stay. A heart attack, Jason told me. Sudden. Tragic. Nothing could have been done.
