Chapter TenSamantha sat in silence, the noise of rubble a distant distraction as she held the hand of the old lady who had gifted her as the last gesture of her life. But what did it mean?
Out of respect, Samantha composed the body, closing Chiara's eyes and placing her hands folded across her lap.
“She's with her daughter,” Io said. “There's nothing more to be done here.”
“Who are you?” Samantha wondered aloud. “Those things she said about helping her on.”
“I do not remember,” Io replied. “Perhaps she just knew it to be her time and was glad not to be alone. To see her granddaughter safe was her last wish in life.”
“Was it?” Samantha murmured, examining the twine on her wrist. It weighed nothing. The material was so smooth on her skin it nearly disappeared.
“Sammy,” called Charlotte
