"For the first time ever, I’m glad Mom and Dad insisted I take every first aid course the YMCA offered. I kneel next to her and place two fingers on her throat. Her skin is cool, too cool. There’s no pulse. I check again to be sure.
How long has she been dea… I can’t even think the word. A cold thrill runs up my spine. What if she’s been mur-- Don’t go there, Cait! My hands shake so badly it’s hard to hit speed dial."
More to come... But in the meantime, blackberries from the garden... I see muffins in my future!
