Dora's hand is quivering when I take it in mine. I lead her from her studio down the hall and upstairs to the bedroom. I try to leave her at the bed, but she holds on to my hand like I might just vanish if she lets go.
"I need this."...
Dora's hand is quivering when I take it in mine. I lead her from her studio down the hall and upstairs to the bedroom. I try to leave her at the bed, but she holds on to my hand like I might just vanish if she lets go.
"I need this."...