Evelyn smiled weakly. "Remind me to raise your rate." When Evelyn came home, she was thinner, quieter. The orchid had died, and Clara didn't replace it. Instead, she planted rosemary in a pot on the terrace. "It's harder to kill," she explained.
Clara nearly choked on her tea. "I… no."
At the hospital, a young attending tried to shoo Clara away. "Family only."