"He calls to me in the night. And in my dreams, I answer."
Anonymous
I don't remember Evan's funeral very well. I know I did all the things I was supposed to do, as I had at Sarah's. I was still shell-shocked. At the same time, a knot of fear had formed in my stomach. It kept me from eating, kept me from sleeping, and was my constant companion. Something wasn't right, something was stalking me, stalking us and I could feel it, even if I couldn't name it.
Evan's patients had sent flowers by the hundreds. We hardly needed the caterers that I had hired. All the people whose lives Evan had touched brought food and flowers. Countless people told me of how my husband had saved their child's sight or their own. I smiled and thanked them. My husband's legacy would live well beyond him. Still,
