She settled back down. Cash was not sure how long he should stay here — leaving felt like he was closing the door on something, on the possibility that she was going to feel better right away. Leaving meant he would have to write her brother, her father, his father — leaving the room meant that he was going to look the thing that had been hovering around him all day in the eyes.

Their son's bawling punctured Cash's thoughts. He looked back at her, smiled softly. "Yes," Cash answered, "That's him."