Over the next month, I spent my time in Los Angeles organizing files, coordinating work, and visiting Frank at the hospital whenever I could.
He had raised me, and I could not abandon him just because of Xavier.
Sometimes I ran into Xavier at the hospital, and sometimes I did not.
He really had changed a great deal. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would never have recognized this restrained, brooding man as the Xavier I used to know.
But every time I came, there were always fresh flowers in the room, along with my favorite pastries and fruit arranged on the table.
One of the caregivers smiled and told me, "Mr. Lucero brings them himself every day. He drops them off and leaves."
I sent everything straight to the nurses' station, because I did not want to give Xavier any reaso
