Elena's POV
It was high time I stopped feeling sorry for myself.
Like I was hoping everything would be so smooth, that I wouldn't encounter such horrible things, but no one ever thinks about the bad things coming do they? You just keep going, assuming the ground is solid until it isn't, and then you are standing in the middle of rubble wondering how you didn't see it. But I had seen it. I had checked everything. I had done my part. And still.
I pulled myself together, took my bath, pinned my hair in a loose chignon and drove down to the central hospital where Gran Gran had been admitted. At least she would understand that just because we are rich doesn't mean we are heartless, because apparently everyone had already decided we were just rich trash who treat workers without regard.
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