up the phone.
She spoke quietly to someone upstairs.
Then she printed a visitor badge.
“Third floor. Room 318. A nurse will meet you.”
I grabbed it.
“And miss?”
I turned.
“Prepare yourself. She may not recognize you.”
The elevator took forever.
A nurse met me on the third floor and led me down a quiet corridor.
Then we stopped outside room 318.
Through the narrow window, I saw them.
The couple from Bellamy’s.
The woman was still wearing the same green dress, although now it was wrinkled.
Her husband’s
