“She didn’t have to. I observed. And then I researched.” He pushed a printed stack of papers toward her. “These are the five best neurologists within a 200-mile radius, ranked by patient outcomes and bedside manner. The one in Houston is optimal, but he’s booked through November. I’ve already drafted a letter explaining why my mother’s case should take priority. I used bold font for emphasis.”

That afternoon, Sheldon was at the dining table, conducting a controlled experiment on the rate of thermal decay of a frozen Salisbury steak under varying wavelengths of light. Mary set down a glass of chocolate milk beside him—his afternoon ritual.

“Honey,” Meemaw said softly, “she might be fine.”

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“Honey,” Meemaw said softly, “she might be fine.” “She didn’t have to