The numbers didn’t mean much to me. But at the bottom, Dr. Hale had written a note by hand.
Still low, but holding steady. Your daughter remains, as I said before, a remarkable piece of luck. Give her my best.
“A remarkable piece of luck,” I read out loud.
“That’s what she is,” Ben said. “Odds of maybe one in a thousand, he said. Maybe worse. And she happened anyway. And the first thing I did when I saw her was call her a mistake.” He shook his head slowly. “I’ll be paying for that one my whole life“Yes,” I said. “You will.”
“I know.”
I folded the letter back up and handed it to him.
“I’m not going to tell you it’s okay, Ben,” I said. “Because it’s not. It was never okay. It’s never going to be okay.”
“I know.”
