He Said My Mother Dying Wasn’t His Problem

“Rebecca?”

“Yes.”

“My mom collapsed.”

“I can’t leave the base.”

There wasn’t even a second of hesitation.

“I’m leaving now.”

Twenty minutes later…

Mrs. Sullivan called once more.

“He’s here.”

Through the phone, I heard Walter opening my mother’s front door.

“Well now, Eleanor,” he said warmly.

“Looks like you and I are taking a little drive.”

“I hate bothering continue reading …