I made a mental note to contact the palliative care service to find out when was the last time the nurse was here and if she let someone in.
"Are you okay?" I asked Marie.
She nodded, but continued to look at me with concern. "You said your father got everything?"
I shook my head. "Alice and I didn't get anything. I'm sorry. But I won't be able to keep it..."
Marie waved her hand. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. But what about you and Alice?"
I shrugged. "I have a week to figure it out. Speaking of Alice, is she okay?"
She nodded. "Yes, she's in the room with Mrs. Sterling."
Victoria is my only friend I've made in the last five years.
I entered the room and saw Victoria sitting on the couch, rubbing her belly, which had about six weeks left until the due date. Alice was on the
