heart monitor beeping. I could hear the squeak of nurses’ shoes in the hallway.
Then she said, “You came back for the pancakes.”
I felt my knees start to shake.
“What did you say?” I whispered.
“The pancakes,” she said. “With the blueberry syrup. At the diner. You cut them into triangles. I remember.” She frowned again. “I thought I made that up. Mom always continue reading …
