A sigh of frustration ran through her mind. She tried to shut him out, needing to be alone, needing time to simply think.
Yet she knew time was the one thing they had precious little of.
She made herself a cup of coffee and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket, alternating between the two as she wandered aimlessly around the living room. Waiting—but for what she wasn't sure.
The phone rang shrilly into the silence. Her heart accelerated as she reached for the receiver. She knew who called. Knew why.
"Seline," she said softly, blinking back a sudden rush of tears.
"Shirley, you're awake. I was hoping you might be." Her voice sounded weary, old. "Though the last time I saw you, you looked like death."
She had a sudden vision of Ben, pale and dying, and felt a rush of despair.Don't let me lose him, too. I couldn't bear it.
"Shirley?"
She swallowed the lump in her throat. "How's ... How's Ben?"
