PART 2 The nurse’s name was Nadine Fogarty. She parked her Corolla and came inside the coffee stand, still in her scrubs, still holding my phone. “Three years ago,” she said slowly, “I was a night nurse in hospice. There was a woman named Maureen Whitley. Ovarian cancer. She was only 41.”

PART 2 The nurse’s name was Nadine Fogarty. She parked her Corolla and came inside the coffee stand, still in her scrubs, still holding my phone. “Three years ago,” she…