Although it had been years since they’d talked, decades, that didn’t mean that Corinne didn’t hover in the back of Will’s consciousness every day. Especially since his wife’s death three years ago. He’d meant to call her, had heard she was widowed. But he was busy with life, with moving on. So was she, he’d assumed. And now she was sick.
And of course, play along at Six Sentence Sunday website. Maybe next week I’ll remember to sign up early enough to get on their official list. Maybe.