forward with a cane.
“My name is Harold Bennett,” he said. “I was alone when I came into the ER three years ago. My wife had died, my son wasn’t speaking to me, and I had decided nobody would notice if I disappeared.”
Daniel bowed his head.
Harold’s voice shook.
“Your husband sat with me after his shift ended. Four hours. He called my son for me. He didn’t continue reading …
