lemon-scented despair. You'd think with all the money they make
Not just physically, like she was somehow folding inward from the weight of being unconscious for too
gain this morning. Set off the fire alarm, think it hates me. Or maybe it's just mad that
eyelids, not that I expected anyth
hy curtains, a water jug I was too scared to drink from. My
. "I really, really miss you. I keep trying to
"It's hard, Mom. The bills are stacking up, my job is...ugh, don't get me started a
die. Still wearing it. Smells like la
ed with his usual neutral expression that always made me fe
dding politely. "How
definitely not fine' smile. "Stil
s. "Your mother's vitals remain stable. That's
in a wai
. Recovery from this kind of trauma takes time, and eve
keeping me from pulling my hair out and applyi
oulder, and left. I returned to M
I'm not. Mentally, emotionally, financially....I'm basica
g, okay? I'm doing my best. So, if you could just... wa
my bag when some
lic
rply, starin
at a t
n my throat. I leaned in, st
hen her eyel
n
w
eath
om
ovement again,
eal? Was it just my brain messing with me from all
just run a marathon. And suddenly, for the first
o