Lucas left after lunch.
Before he went he stood at the door for a moment in the way he did when he had
something else to say and was deciding whether to say it. Then he said: “Ethan’s right,
you know. About all of it.” He didn’t specify which part. He didn’t need to. I watched him
go down the hall and thought that for a man who communicated primarily through legal
documents and measured silences, my brother had become very good at saying the
important things.
The call from Dr. Yemi came four days later.
I knew her voice by now. Careful, measured, chosen word by chosen word. She had been
Noah’s therapist through all of this and she did not call without a reason.
“Noah has made a request,” she said. “He would like a second meeting with Charles.
He asked for it himself, on his own
