There was only one piece of paper on the table next to the bed, and the room was awfully quiet. A pretty small amount of work was done. I was so excited that my hands shook when I grabbed it. It was easy to read her handwriting, but the lines were very strange:
Leaving. Make sure that they stay safe and healthy. It would be best for you to look into why your mother did the things she did to me.
Not long after, anxiety began to creep in. I ran right to the nurses’ station to ask her where she was because I wanted to know where she had gone. She checked out that morning, and I told them I had everything they sent. All of them said I wasn’t. I didn’t know why she was leaving, and this was definitely not how she was leaving. Everyone was shocked when she left. At least, that’s how I thought she felt about how much she enjoyed it.
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