For an hour, Ash sat beside the bed while her Grams slept. Her breathing was shallow and rattling, but Ash didn't want to wake her no matter how much everything she had recently experienced burned on her tongue.

When Grams stirred, Ash leaned over her. "Hi! May I get you anything?"

"A shot of tequila." Grams smiled, sitting up partially.

"What about some water or coffee instead?" Ash fluffed up her pillows. "Are you hungry? I can make pancakes and ...