The nursing home
The nursing home came into view, brick and glass framed by oak trees. Robert parked silently, and Megan’s stomach tightened. The cheerful flowers and trimmed lawns couldn’t ease the dread that pressed against her ribs. As they crossed the gravel lot, Robert walked protectively beside her while Mr. Holloway followed close behind. Megan wiped her clammy palms on her jeans, clinging to the hope that Beth held answers she desperately needed.
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