CORA
Cora turns on her high beams and drives as fast as she can to the park named after her family. Guilt at selling the house and land to the city settles heavily in her chest. She wanted to live there but she let Doug talk her into selling. Ben and Jamie didn’t care as much as she did, preferring the city and foothills to the farm lands. If she’d fought Doug on it, she could have lived in the house now, closer to Mom.
Cora had asked Ben to stay at the nursing home in case Mom turned up. She pulls up behind a truck, idling outside the park, and cuts the engine. She approaches the truck and knocks on the driver’s window. The driver rolls it down.
“You here for the little old lady?” He asks, as if he isn’t a little old man himself.
Cora’s apprehension flees in a released breath.
“Where
