In 2010, as the mother of two young children, I decided to pursue my writing with a higher level of seriousness. With a greater sense of intention. I didn’t know what would happen, where my new writing endeavors would take me. But I knew I needed to pursue my writing in fact or else stop claiming I wanted to pursue it in word.
Had she really disappeared, or had she simply gone down the hall? Maybe she wanted to thank the various nurses who had helped her this time. He had to admit these nurses were much nicer than the ones in the previous hospital.
What had happened? Why had her sister gotten a divorce? Granted they’d parted ways years ago. They’d sworn never to speak to one another, forgoing speaking on family occasions.