The next day, just like Elizabeth would always do, she left Cross in the hotel room soundly sleeping and went home. She sent an email to her senior manager to excuse herself to be absent today from her job. The psychiatrist she has been connecting with since her mother’s diagnosis has been concluded called her for a session today.
“Mom, wear this,” Elizabeth said and handed a white shirt and jeans to her mother. “Or do you want… that dress again?"
It was not a guess. It was more like a conclusion when her mother’s face got disgruntled while looking at the pair of casual clothes she was handing to her.
“You know that when I get out of the house, I want to be the most beautiful among all the mothers outside,” her mother said and shook her head in dismay while approaching the old vintage w
