The room smelled of industrial disinfectant, but it was clean and not a horrible place to convalesce. The staff was nice, but they were often spread thin. Wynn frequently helped bathe her grandmother and change her bedding on her twice-weekly visits. She would have had no choice but to continue assisting with her grandmother’s care here, if not for her new job teaching and babysitting Zavi. Now, she could afford to move her to a more expensive facility that had better options for her care and rehabilitation. And she could do it without having to surrender the deed to her grandmother’s house. Just the thought of that made Wynn’s heart ache. That house was the one her grandfather had built for Grams when he came home from the Korean War. It was the house where her mother had been raised, and where Wynn herself had lived after her parents died. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. The center was doing a fair job caring for her grandmother, but things were going to change for the better very soon.
