I Left the Retirement Home That Night. Under Fluorescent Hospital Lights, Everything Changed

the dull complexion of decades of indoor smoke — glanced at me with the flat attention of someone noting an irrelevant development. The younger one didn’t look up at all.

“Oh, it’s you,” the older woman said. “Dorothy’s not here. Kitchen’s a mess. Make yourself useful.”

I set my jacket down and didn’t respond.

I heard Carol before I found her.

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