“People like your mother,” I added, though Arch was lost in his thoughts and did not answer.
It was Morgan who responded, “She eventually died and of course, as Arch said, we couldn’t prove it was because of the cutbacks. She was merely the result of her environment, they said, the victim of a ruthless disease. At the same time, my mother was already starting to show signs. We all will, someday.” She stared out the window, her face unreadable.
I wondered what that must be like, to know your body was a ticking time bomb, and that one day you could wake up and not be…you? Regardless of what I thought about Morgan, no one deserved that.
“As Arch mentioned, I was dating Greg at the time,” she gave Natalie a sympathetic nod, the first compassionate gesture I’d seen her offer, “and despite wh
