a turn for the worse: july 28, 2016

Mom was lying in bed under the covers when I got there on July 28. She was facing the window through which the sun shone brightly; her back was to the door. I walked around the foot of the bed. All hope evaporated when I saw Mom’s corpse-like face. The bruises on her forehead were … Continue reading a turn for the worse: july 28, 2016