“Hope’s alive.” A nurse’s voice drifts out into the corridor. “We saved her. But Verity and Sage didn’t make it.”
In a minute, I’m sure one of the nurses will come out of the overly-warm room and start scolding me, as though I had anything to do with the crazy scheme these octogenarians cooked up. Three old ladies who can barely walk, or see, or shit unassisted. They had their route out planned.
Hoard pills.
Order gin for delivery.
Sneak into one bedroom one evening, and do the act together.
My heart breaks for gran. Hope had planned to die.
In a minute, I’m sure one of the nurses will come out of the overly-warm room and start scolding me, as though I had anything to do with the crazy scheme these octogenarians cooked up. Three old ladies who can barely walk, or see, or shit unassisted. They had their route out planned.
Hoard pills.
Order gin for delivery.
Sneak into one bedroom one evening, and do the act together.
My heart breaks for gran. Hope had planned to die.
