Better Days -

Grace stopped walking. Her faded eyes, which had been lost somewhere inside the fog of her illness, suddenly sharpened. She blinked.

“Mum,” she whispered.

“I think today’s one of them.”

“Yes, love?”

The rain hadn’t stopped for a week. It fell in a steady, hopeless drizzle over the coastal town of Merrow, turning the streets into mirrors of grey sky. Lena pressed her forehead against the cold bus window, watching her own breath fog the glass. Better Days