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Mitch Morgan III, on the verge of collapse from sheer exhaustion, stared down the long, empty hall of his mother’s penthouse suite overlooking the Mississippi River. Fiona Dupree had just passed. He’d never tell a soul, but he felt as if he could at last sleep, now that his mother no longer needed him to be awake.
Footsteps echoed on the silk carpet runner and he glanced at the nurse who had been at his mother’s side. A new woman, Marie or something. She quickly averted her gaze as she handed him paperwork, then picked up the phone and called the funeral home, her whispers secretive. Was she trying to spare his feelings?
This was it. Mitch stood from the padded armchair and returned the papers allowing transport of his mother's remains.
“I’m sorry,” the nurse murmur
