Jay draws up short at the sight of Winnie. His gray eyes flash with golden sunrise. The hospital doors hiss shut behind him. Then he stares at Winnie while Winnie stares at him. It is like their moment outside Joe Squared all over again, except the yes between them has multiplied from a single word of confirmation into four years’ worth of secrets. A thousand swamp fires. A thousand lies all set free into the spring morning.
