“I got transferred to Stamford Hospital, just for the next couple of months. Some clinical program tied to San Fran Med,” Davina’s voice rustled through the line, too bright for the hour of the day. “Can you believe my luck?”
She invariably knew how to make her triumphs sound effortless. To me, it was another reminder that my sister had slipped into a new world while I stayed in mine, stagnant.
“You’ll see him more often,” I said, curling my knees to my chest on the bed. “Westchecter isn’t far.”
“Yeah. That’s… good.” Her sigh carried through the static. “You remember Carlo? He’s gone. His cousin got caught up in some mess in Queens and he flew back, probably for good. I mean, can you blame him?”
I held my breath.
“The weeks he stuck around, he was impossible. Overbearing. But then aga
