Don’t get attached.”
I nodded, already knowing I had just agreed to become someone I was not.
***
The nursing home hallway smelled of antiseptic and old roses. My palms were damp as I rehearsed the name Tim had drilled into me over the phone the night before.
Room 214. I knocked once, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
A hot wave of shame rolled up my throat.
Rosie sat in a chair by the window, a thin blanket folded across her lap. She looked up slowly, blinking against the
