“Kansas ? Really ?”
He was five years from retirement.
“It’s the last move, Ellen, we really have no choice.”
Mark was right. There were bills to pay, he loved his work, Florida could wait.
Stress, depression, illness did not wait. The pain returned, worse than ever. Another round of chemo, life-threatening surgery; she wouldn’t discuss it.
Not with anyone.
He called home to warn her, it looked bad. She had already heard the sirens.
Just another storm in Kansas.
She secured the dogs in the cellar, and moved out into it.
One last move.