Sunnyside Nursing and Rehabilitation Center sat down a two-lane road that had once been the main drag. Now it was a secondary road with little travel.
Mallory's gaze looked over the series of squat buildings. “He's here?"
“He had a stroke. Never recovered."
“Will he know us?"
Trey shrugged. “I'm not sure."
She put her hand on his arm. “You haven't been to see him."
Trey looked at the floor. “No."
Her suspicions had been true. If she wasn't whole, he wouldn't want her. And she wasn't whole. He hadn't bothered to see his mentor after the man took sick. That said a lot.
Her scar itched.
She sighed. “Well, we're here now. If I'd known he was so close I'd have visited."
A nurse in scrubs covered with bears directed them down a hallway. Someone took Mallory's hand. She looked down to s
