She swallowed hard, looking toward the grave. “I left nursing a month later. I went to therapy. Everyone said it wasn’t my fault, but I couldn’t believe them. His face stayed with me, the way he smiled that last morning. I kept one of his toys by my bedside for years.”
“When I finally felt strong enough, I came here. I just wanted to say goodbye properly, to thank him for helping me find peace again.” She looked at Ellen with tearful sincerity. “I never meant to scare you. I thought I was invisible, that no one would pay attention to my visits.”