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Seattle, Washington
March 31st 2035
Vance got the call he’d been expecting for years. His Aunt Claire told him his mother had opted out of any life-extending measures and had entered hospice. “You’d better come, Jack. She’s asking after you.”
“Sure Cyd’s really dying, Claire?” Vance didn’t bother to hide his frustration toward his mother. “She has a flair for the dramatic.”
“I know she wasn’t always the best mother. But she needs you now. For closure.”
Shit, that relationship was closed ten years ago, Vance thought angrily.
When Vance had moved out of his grandparents’ home on Whidbey Island, his mother had moved in, supposedly to care for her aging parents. But all she had done was live off their accumulated wealth. When they died, all that was left of a once prosperous resort b
