“Unfortunately, Miss Miller passed away Saturday evening.” I swallowed and blinked at the timeframe. “I attempted to contact you when she first went into the hospice…” He trailed off before clearing his throat. “She specifically requested that I reach out to you.” She had wanted me to know that she was sick? I hadn’t…. Something heavy—guilt, it was freaking guilt—settled right onto my chest. Had he called me before because she’d been asking for… maybe not me specifically, but my sisters? To see them one last time? To make sure we got to say goodbye, even if she wasn’t aware of it?
Omg that’s tragic
