“So you’re the one in the hospital.”

Only a few days since I’d last seen her, and Joy looked even thinner. That oversized blue-and-white hospital gown made her seem like she could snap in a breeze. Her sallow face carried a heavy, gloomy cast.

I didn’t speak.

“You wouldn’t welcome me into your room, and I wasn’t planning to go in anyway.” Joy turned her wheelchair as she spoke, ready to leave.

“How did you know I was ...