#Chapter5

I’m sorry

Lucille

I awoke to find flowers on my nightstand. I pulled the card out of them and looked at it with confusion. The small card read, get better soon.

I had no energy to deal with who gave me flowers. I used the bathroom, took my meds, and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I laid in bed like a lump. Someone knocked at my door.

“Come in.”

I coughed. The door opened to show Grayson holding a brown paper bag. I sat up and looked at him, bewildered. He took a seat on my bed, setting the bag down and pulling out a styrofoam container. He...