Chapter 64

Vito lifted his head to gaze at the void Henry had left behind when he disappeared with the nurse through the swinging doors. He could visualize Henry’s strong frame, his blond hair, the way his pants, too loose, sagged around his waist. He wanted to put his arm around Henry, to shore up his uncertain gait.

Vito couldn’t help it. Being here, in the emergency room, caused him to slip into memory. He never wanted to think about that night again. Yet here it was, this emergency room causing the memory to rise up like a grinning demon to stare him in the face.

It wasn’t St. Francis. It was some other hospital, and it didn’t really matter which one. Most emergency rooms were the same, and anyone who’s been to one has been to them all. The sick, the injured, the impatient, an aroma of terror and hope mingled with the scent of antiseptic in the air.