me you were stubborn, kind, and much braver than you believed.”
A tear slipped down my cheek.
“She told you that?”
“Many times.”
I closed the door.
As Daniel pulled away, I watched Samuel remain beneath the falling snow until the building disappeared from view.
Neither of us spoke for several minutes.
Then I asked, “Can we go back to your house?”
“Yes.”
“I need a shower.”
“Of course.”
“And clean clothes.”
“We’ll find whatever fits.”
“I don’t want charity.”
Daniel kept his eyes on the road.
“Then call it
