Grace White's POV:
A few days later, at four in the morning, a nurse helped me into a wheelchair.
"Ms. White, remember our agreement. You can only go around the courtyard downstairs," the nurse reminded me.
I smiled and nodded.
The moment the nurse was out of sight, I steered my wheelchair out of the hospital.
I hailed a wheelchair-accessible taxi and rode all the way back to the entrance of our old neighborhood in Alderidge.
Over the past few days, Arthur had talked to me constantly, trying everything to get a smile out of me. He told me he had bought our house back.
'That's fine. I'll end it here.'
With my medication doses increased recently, I knew I was running on fumes.
I sat in the dark, quiet living room, the lights off, as waves of dizziness and white flashes blurred my vi
