I adjust my bag on my shoulder and look up at the building in front of me. It has been three weeks since Arthur's death and coming back here brings up so many bittersweet memories. I take a deep breath and walk through the hospital doors. Wandering down the familiar route until I see a brightly painted door, a breath of fresh air against the sterile white hospital interiors.
The children's ward.
YOU ARE READING
Arthur McGregor
Short StoryThe entire town has heard about the death of a young boy, a young boy who Cascade held close to her heart. Unable to comprehend her emotions, Cascade struggles to recover.
