Mar 3
1 min read
Excerpt of work in progress — part 7.
I help Mom to her feet and down the stairs to the living room. After making sure she’s comfortable on the couch, I head down the three steps to the kitchen and open the fridge. The cake that was for my party tonight is sitting on the top shelf. So much for that party. I should’ve known it was too good to be true.
Stuffing the anger that I feel, like I always do, I grab an ice pack we’ve had on hand…
