Chapter 78: A FOOL IN LOVE

"Let's go..." Ali began, but I cut him off.

"I'm not going to see the grief counselor! She's not dead yet."

Ali chuckled. "Can you listen first? I was gonna say let's go check this place out."

I glanced at Mom, hesitant.

"I’ll be fine," she said, her smile reassuring.

With that, we stepped out into the hallway. The hospice was filled with quiet activity, mostly elderly residents moving about. Some shuffled with the help of crutches or walkers, while others were being wheeled around by relatives. The air carried a faint scent of antiseptic mixed with lavender, probably from the diffusers strategically placed around to make the place feel homier.

I ain’t gonna lie, though—it still looked like the Grim Reaper’s playground.