To understand.
That some things.
You do.
Not because you know how they’ll turn out.
But because they need to be done.
And you are the one.
Who can do them.
He put his hand on her shoulder.
She didn’t pull away.
They walked out of the hospital.
Into the afternoon.
The four of them.
Toward whatever came next.
Which was unknown.
And complicated.
And — for the first time —
