ARTHUR HUNG UP the phone. He looked at Lane. “Martha’s being released from the hospital.”
“When?” Lane had the TV on. Paired figure skaters swept from the left of the screen to the right.
“Turn it off. You haven’t been watching anyway. You’re too into this damned case,” Arthur said.
Lane reached for the remote. The screen went blank.
“The test results came in. The cancer has spread. Martha starts chemo on Monday. They gave her the option of being an outpatient, and she took it.” Arthur sat across from Lane.
“We have to tell Matt,” Lane said.
“I know.” Arthur began to weep.
Sunday, October 25