When A Woman Dies To Live

ousness. In my brief moments of clarity, I saw Ethan. But he wasn't by my bedside. He was in t

o my room. He never on

t he would let me die. He needed me to di

elyn Fuller, the architect, might be dying.

a hidden satellite phone from the lining of my purse, a relic from my past I

. "Jocelyn?" The voice was calm,

y voice hoarse. "I need

he said, without question or hesi

behind. She was the one who had trained me, the one who had reluctantly let me go.

y worked efficiently, silently. They informed the hospita

n's people, walked out to where Ethan and Maria

e did everything we could. Ms. Fulle

or. Ethan's face was a strange mix of

you sure? This isn't some... tric

tears. "Oh, Ethan! She's gone! That po

were too severe. As per the instructions in her li

seemed to convince him. He let her lead him a

ath certificate was signed. A box of ashes

ing, unmarked van, I felt nothing. No sadness, no regre