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“Rachel, what are you doing here?”
Rachel looked up. Esther was awake but there was something wrong with her voice.
“What do you mean? It’s seven thirty. Mum and Gran will be here any moment.”
“S-something wrong with my eyes.”
An ice block of apprehension slid down Rachel’s spine. How much longer would Esther be with them?
Esther rubbed her temple. Her headache must be back. She’d been living on morphine recently.
Footsteps approached and a head Rachel didn’t recognise poked around the corner.
“You must be Esther’s sister. I'm Dr Webster.”
So that was who he was. Esther had talked about him a lot and said they’d be unlikely to ever meet him because he never came to palliative care. Obviously Esther had been wrong.
More footsteps, and the whole crowd arrived. Joy, Gina, Mum, an
