The doctor asked that I limit visitors, so I hadn’t seen Luke or Jon since the hospital. It had allowed me time to recover and rest but I was feeling kind of lonely by Saturday morning. My first visitor was Neil on Saturday afternoon. I’d slept most of the day, working my way through the haze of altered consciousness that a battered body and painkillers left me with. My nurse checked on me every couple of hours. She’d helped me bathe, and I was sitting up in one of the upholstered chairs that faced the patio and the ocean beyond.
Neil sat next to me in a matching chair and stared out at the ocean. His eyes were haggard, with dark circles and a haunted look that made me sorry for what he was going through. Neil’s mustache moved up and down when he pursed his lips, preparing to speak. “I ow
