eyes.
“I haven’t heard her laugh like that since before the diagnosis.”
I looked through the narrow window but could not see much beyond several people crowded near the bed.
“What did Aaron do?”
Diane swallowed.
“I thought he was making her illness public. I thought he had invited people here to stare at her.”
“And now?”
She listened to another burst of laughter.
“Now I’m not sure.”
I placed my hand gently on her shoulder.
“He may not be turning her into a spectacle, Diane.”
She glanced at me.
“He may be reminding her that she still belongs to the world outside this room.”
Her face crumpled.
“I think I understand that now.”
She pushed the door open.
Part Five: What My Son Had Done
I stepped into the room and froze.
Aaron sat beside Lily’s bed.
Both of them were laughing so hard that Lily had one hand
