I kept a brittle smile on my face as I walked Dot to the door of her little yellow house. Gen went inside, flipping on the lights as she went, but Dot paused on the threshold and looked up at me. “I hope you aren’t too upset with me Myra.” She reached for my hand, grasping it with her cold, bony fingers. “It’s just… having a heart scare, watching Jason Thorn put you through the ringer, and finally that fire… It really made me think about what is most important in life.”
“And what is that?” I asked faintly.
She squeezed my hand so hard it hurt. “It’s love Myra. Some people go their whole lives without finding someone to love—and someone to love them back. I have been damn lucky to have Gen.” She shook my hand like she was trying to choke a rattlesnake. “You’re lucky too, if you would just
