“Is he nice?”
“He’s very sad.”
“Is he sad because he lost somebody?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
Meredith and Nate waited outside room 412.
“Is he nice?”
Ellie stopped at the foot of the bed.
“Hi.”
Richard couldn’t speak. He cried without a sound.
After a while, Richard picked up the velvet pouch.
“This was your great-grandmother’s ring. It’s yours.”
“The treasure,” Ellie whispered.
He cried without a sound.
“Yes.”
“It stays safe until she’s older,” I said.
“Of course.”
Richard handed me an envelope.
“I’ve arranged a trust fund for Ellie’s education. It’s Claire’s share of her mother’s money. I should’ve done it years ago.”
“The treasure.”
I looked at him.
“I still don’t understand you.”
“I know.”
“But I’ll bring Ellie on Sundays. For her sake.”