“The one in Dublin.”
“Today?”
“When you’re discharged.”
I looked at both of them.
They had already discussed it.
Probably in the hallway.
Maybe in the parking garage.
I nodded once.
“Fine. I’ll tour it.”
Rebecca’s shoulders dropped.
She looked relieved.
“Thank you.”
Then I pointed at my coat.
“My house keys are in the pocket.”
She picked up the coat.
“Okay.”
“Leave them there.”
She looked at me.
“Dad.”
“Leave them there.”
She put the coat back.
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