Charlie handed Jackson a tablet, which he promptly handed to Day. He couldn’t stop the gasp that slipped free. It was a picture of hospital doors and above them read, The Sarah Gunderson Cystic Fibrosis Center. Day ran his finger across Sarah’s name. “What is this?” he whispered. Jackson crouched down beside Day’s chair. “It’s a way for Sarah to live on and help others like her.”
