I have to see Grandma. I need to see her, Ivy thought.
Without a word, she brushed past The maid and hurried down the corridor. Her pace quickened with each step, breath uneven, heart pounding against her chest.
The corridor to the side wing felt longer than ever. Ivy's steps echoed unevenly against the floor.
The shallow bursts of breath stabbed her lungs each time. Hot tears gathered in her eyes but she wiped them away, refusing to let them fall. She didn't believe it.
Grandma was weak but she has been there yesterday. Ivy had tricked her into eating a few more bites of the porridge Brenda made. It was bland, so tasteless she gagged, but swallowed them regardless.
They had shared smiles during sunset. The orange hue of the setting sun put a healthy glow on her grandma's aging f
