Chapter 4 · free to read
Nine days. Two hundred hours. Two millimetres.
It was the first hour of their lives in which neither of them said anything unkind. Neither of them noticed it happening.
The deadline had been a date on a museum letter that morning. By evening it had become the exact amount of time their grandmother had left, and neither sister was going to be able to say that out loud to the other for another eleven days.
Artwork and narration generated with AI.