Hilda walked out of the kitchen and pressed the elevator button. She needed to check on her mother and relieve Gert. The door opened and she entered. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she took it out to look at. It was a text from an unknown number. She went to open it but the door to the elevator opened. “Ms. Hilda.” The woman greeted her, “I was just about to come get you.” Hilda put her phone back in her pocket. “Good morning Ms. Mary.” She smiled at the older woman. Mary was a volunteer at the home. She visited with the residents and assisted in needs and so forth. There were several volunteers but Ms. Mary was there every day but Sundays. “Is everything ok?” she asked her. “It’s your mother, dear. She hasn’t moved from the window since I left her yesterday.” She held Hilda’s elbow an
