Stu and Marge arrived at the hospital in the morning as they had promised. Tom changed into some clean clothes and he went downstairs to eat breakfast in the hospital’s cafeteria while they sat with Tiffany.

It was raining outside and Tom sat by a window picking at oatmeal and toast. The toast was overdone and the oatmeal not as good as he had hoped. It didn’t really matter. He wasn’t hungry. It was just what he was supposed to do. His cell phone rang and he answered.

“Tom Hatcher.”

“Tom? It’s Dan. How are you?”

“I’m good,” he lied.

“Really?”

“Well, I could complain, but who’s listening?”

“You...

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