CHAPTER 44
“Grandma?” Jillian could hear the wavering in her own voice and hated herself for it. Grandma Lucy needed her to be strong. The ER doctor’s initial assessment had been anything but promising. With all the fluid around Grandma Lucy’s heart, he told the family to be prepared if she didn’t survive the night. Connie and Uncle Dennis were out in the lobby calling in any of the relatives within driving distance to come say their goodbyes.
Jillian still couldn’t believe it. People like Grandma Lucy didn’t die. Or if they did, their deaths were quick and painless and peaceful, not long, drawn-out battles in hospital rooms.
Jillian took a few tentative steps toward the bedside. “Grandma?” she repeated.
Her grandmother blinked at her. How could a woman as timeless as Grandma Lucy age
