“Unlocking Secrets: What Lies Within Carrie Mac’s Mysterious Three Envelopes?”
The family collects at his side, all eyes on the ambulance, except for the baby, who’s watching a pair of pigeons flirting in the rafters above.
“It’s locked.”
I want to take back that moment when I laughed with the firefighter. It’s a true part of the story, but I do not want to admit it. It was funny that I had to arrange my breasts back into my bra as we pulled up to the hospital, not that the woman was dying. I want to tell the daughter that her mother was the centre of everything, from the moment I saw her white shoes to this very second. I would like to tell her daughter that I held her mother’s hand and said a prayer as she died. But I didn’t do that.
