Claire's POV
It had been a month now since we first arrived at the hospice. I was about three months along. The days started to look the same after a while.
The same corridors, same chairs, the same soft rhythm of the machines marking time in that room while the world outside kept moving without us.
I had stopped counting how long we had been here. It didn't feel like the kind of thing that needed counting anymore. We were here and it didn't look promising to say that we would leave anytime soon. At least on a positive note.
Heather was frailer now. The illness was taking its toll on her body and her health. She barely survived the last attack but she was here and we were grateful enough for that.
I had stopped counting how long we had been here. It didn't feel like the kind of thing that needed counting anymore. We were here and it didn't look promising to say that we would leave anytime soon. At least on a positive note.
