It was the only thing she had left to offer.
"Why even say that?" Ambrose waved her off with a relaxed smile, his voice warm and unhurried. "You're my junior from university. Looking out for you is what any decent upperclassman would do." He leaned back against the couch cushion and tilted his head toward her phone. "Here's what I need you to do. Think about what your mother might need for daily life in there, toiletries, comfortable clothes, anything that would make her days a little easier. Put a list together tonight so we can have it delivered tomorrow before the visit."
Gwendolyn nodded without speaking, her throat too tight for words and her eyes glistening under the lamplight.
"And stop crying all the time." Ambrose reached over and gave the bridge of her nose a gentle flick with
