I would feel hearing her voice.
“I need some advice,” I said. “And I need you to be honest with me.”
“Of course.”
“I want to work again.”
There was a pause.
Then Helen said, “Good.”
I laughed unexpectedly.
“That’s all you’re going to say?”
“What else should I say? You were one of the brightest people in our class. Why wouldn’t you be able to work again?”
I pressed a hand against my mouth.
For the first time since the previous evening, I felt tears rising.
Not because I
