Eventually arrived faster than I expected.
Not the door frame marks — that was still *eventually* in the actual sense, the distant good kind of eventually that lived on the horizon and didn't need to be rushed. I had meant what I said and I was not rushing it.
But something else happened first.
It started, as most significant things did, on an ordinary day.
I was in the break room — plant in the corner, Pelton's reading station, the framed bridge photograph that Bettany had added to the wall two weeks ago without asking anyone — eating lunch between patients when Bettany appeared in the doorway.
"You have a visitor," she said.
"I'm on break," I said.
"I know," she said. "She's been waiting twenty minutes. She said she didn't want to disturb your shift." A pause. "She said you'd know
