I turned.
“I’m glad you came into that pharmacy.”
I smiled.
“So am I.”
Those were the last calm words we ever exchanged.
The following morning, I heard something crash downstairs.
I ran into the kitchen and found Evelyn on the floor beside the table.
A broken mug lay near her hand.
Her eyes were open, but she was struggling to breathe.
I dropped beside her.
“Evelyn?”
She tried to answer.
I called emergency services with shaking hands, then held her while we waited.
She gripped the front of my shirt.
“Don’t be afraid.”
I nearly laughed from panic.
“You’re telling me not to be afraid?”
Her lips moved weakly.
“I know you.”
I leaned closer.
“What?”
