“I’ve got stuff to do. I’ll be back later,” he told me as he walked me to the front door and then left me, heading back to his car while the day nurse opened the door for me. She gave a shaky smile and I realized that she smelt like alcohol. “How are you feeling?” she asked. “Oh, you’ve done some shopping. Do you want me to help you put them away?” I held the bag of soiled lingerie to my chest. “No, thanks. I’ve got it. I’m going to go and rest.” “All right, then. Just call if you need any help,” she said cheerily. I made my way back to the bedroom and threw the bag into the corner. Suddenly, I did feel tired and kicked off my shoes and lay on the bed. I had planned to resume my search for my phone but even that felt like too much effort. Thoughts of Aaron intruded in my head, but that just gave me a pounding sensation in my brain so I tried to think of other things as I lay in bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. Where was my Mom? She had always been there for me — until the last time.
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