“Hey kiddo,” her father said, sounding as if he were in good spirits.

Hopefully, today was a good day for him. No bad news. She didn’t know if her brain could handle anything else.

“How are things?”

“The nurses are giving me fits,” he said.

It wasn’t a complaint and she knew it wasn’t true. Most likely he was giving the nurses at his rehabilitation facility a hard time. He didn’t mean it. He was a good man, but he was still adjusting to his ...