As Princess Bride begins to play, I lean back into the free space on his pillow and he shifts his body slightly. I can’t prove it, but I think he knows I’m here. And I think he’s happy about it. I blink rapidly against the wetness in my eyes. “This is a special book,” I say, reciting the lines from the opening scene. “It was the book my father used to read to me when I was sick and I used to read it to your father. And today, I’m gonna read it to you.”
