THIRTY-SEVEN
Dr. Benjamin Reith remained seated in the chair next to Charlie’s bed.
Charlie heard every word he said. She was in the advanced stages of cancer. She didn’t need a medical degree to understand the significance of his statements. She felt weight crushing her chest.
“How does that happen?” It was James. She was thankful he was here. His support was more than comforting. It kept her somewhat balanced. She knew she was crying, but couldn’t stop. She had so many questions but didn’t trust herself to speak.
“We don’t have Charlie’s medical files here. I know you gave us permission to contact your primary physician in Minnesota, but getting copies transferred takes a little time. I will call their office again this morning and ensure they are being emailed right away. I will be
