დ Rosalie დ
That evening, I left my mother on the couch with a blanket over her legs and a half-finished cup of tea cooling beside her. She looked too tired to eat much, but I knew she had to eat something.
“I will be back soon,” I told her. She only nodded. I grabbed my keys and purse and headed into town. The air outside had turned colder again, the kind of damp cold that seemed to crawl beneath clothes and settle in your bones. By the time I pulled into the diner parking lot, the sky had already darkened. The neon sign in the window flickered softly, throwing pink and blue light across the glass. The diner looked the same as it always had. Warm from the outside. Familiar. Harmless. It irritated me that places like this could still pretend to be innocent. I got out of the car and heade
