Chapter 28

Now every single time the phone rings, I’m going to hope it’s him. 6

By the time we reach the hospital, the sun has begun to set. Short, dark shadows line the main entrance, and even though yesterday was my first visit, a strange sense of déjà vudescends over me as I follow behind my brother through the sliding doors into the crowded lobby. The people scattered around the waiting area, the nurses and doctors bustling past—they could be the same people I saw the last time I was here. Nothing seems to have changed, no time has gone by. Here too I am stuck in the past. All of New Jersey could be nothing more than a figment of my memory.