Lilian’s POV
I pace nervously outside the front doors of the small care centre I managed to find on the outskirts of the city. It’s run by a small staff and there are only twenty patients. I had been lucky, ringing around trying to find somewhere that could take my father within my budget had been an impossible task until I happened to be lamenting to Jenna over a coffee one afternoon. A woman at the next table had leaned over, apologising for eavesdropping but wanted to tell me about the place her late mother had been cared for until her passing. She said it was a small place and a long shot, but apparently it was partially funded by an anonymous donor, so the cost of care was much easier to afford than any of the places in the city.
She’d given me the phone number, saying it really was
