Cloe POV
It's been three weeks since my fall in the bathroom, which now has handrails in it, as promised.
I am at Grams, who was completely bedridden, and for some reason, I am the only one she doesn't yell at. I have lived here for two weeks, sitting with Grams, and missing Storm. Each day, I try to get her to eat soft, gooey food, like baby food, but she can no longer talk. Today I was not successful; they had a drip in her arm, giving her nourishment, but everyone knows it's a losing cause.
So, I gave her a warm body wash and was in the middle of brushing her hair, talking about the flowers in her greenhouse, which were blooming. When I heard her chest rattle, I knew she had taken her last breath. I reached over and pushed the call button, but didn't leave Grams. I took her hand and
