Penny was propped up on pillows in her room. There were black out curtains over the windows and the lights were on the dimmest setting, because bright lights caused her tremendous pain. Her scalp was bare, the last of her hair having fallen out months ago. She covered her head with pretty scarves, when she had the energy. She even had a wig of real human hair, cut, colored and styled like her own hair, before cancer had ravished her body. But these days she was too tired to try and dress herself up. She lay listlessly and prayed that death would come soon, because her soul was exhausted. She had accepted her fate, it was only Dom who wouldn’t let her go.
“Penny my love, I’ve brought you a visitor.”
Penny cringed. She hated visitors, she just wanted to be left alone in peace and
