9
KACEY
Bree had dropped me off a little after ten o’clock last night and I was up again at half past five for my morning run. It was my daily routine: run, take care of Nana, eat, work, and sleep. By the time I got out of the house at six, the sky was already pink and gold with the rising sun. It was beautiful.
Cindy’s shift ended at seven, giving me just enough time to wake up, put on my black workout shorts and bright yellow T-shirt, and get my running done before my grandmother woke up. Sitting at the kitchen table in her scrubs and her auburn hair pulled in a low bun, Cindy was busy documenting my grandmother’s chart when I walked past.
“Be careful, sweetheart,” she murmured.
Grabbing my iPod off of the kitchen counter, I slipped it into the holder on my arm and placed the ear bu
