We came together in the summer, married in the fall, but winter inevitably came, as winter always does. Winter left us cold, withered, dead. It’s raining and wet out, fitting, and altogether nasty, but I am en route to the hospital within three minutes of getting Josie’s call. She’s found you barely alive and barely breathing, but she doesn’t tell me this, not exactly. It doesn’t matter. All I can think about is you and the baby and making whatever happened ok.
Later, at the hospital, I get the full story. It takes me too long to get there, and I am a mess. Josie tells the police who tell me that she was worried about you after what happened at your charity function and wanted to make sure you were all right. When you didn’t answer the door or her calls, she used the key I’d given her to
