light blanket over Frank’s legs, moving carefully around the tubes disappearing beneath his hospital gown.
“Even when I was 35 years old, married, and bringing my own daughter over for breakfast, he’d still pull out that ridiculous little metal cutter.”
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Frank opened his eyes.
He had spent most of the afternoon with them closed, breathing in shallow, uneven rhythms, but now his gaze settled directly on me.For a moment, I waited for that familiar uneven smile.
Instead, tears gathered in his eyes.
I moved closer to the bed.
“
