His expression crumpled.
“I was only trying to do something good.”
“With another woman’s handbag?”
He looked toward the folded paper.
“It’s too late to change any of this now.”
My hands trembled.
Before fear could stop me, I dialed the number.
The phone rang twice.
A woman answered.
“Millbrook Hospice Services. This is Anna.”
I froze.
Across the kitchen, Robert slowly sank into a chair.
“Hospice?” I asked.
“Yes. How may I help you?”
“My name is Elaine. I found this number inside a handbag.”
There was a long silence.
Then Anna spoke gently.
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