Someone To Talk To

Jena LaRose sorted through dusty boxes when Ember Snow caught her alone in the garage. They talked. Jena needed the sale money because her father required a nursing home. Ember knew that path—she'd just placed her own parent there. The conversation shifted from small talk to something deeper. Jena confessed the fear clawing at her: growing old without anyone to hold her. Ember stepped closer. Live right now, she said, and took what she wanted. Jena grabbed back just as hard, and they didn't stop.