Chapter 3Gray’s apartment
Monday, 11 A.M.
While Gray was in the kitchen making his mother her lunch, a knock on the door sent Gray into a panic. Had Enzo arrived thirty minutes early?
He walked across the small living room and answered the door. “I’m sorry, Enzo…I’m not quite ready…” Then he gazed up.
A rather large woman in fancy hospital scrubs sporting pink hearts stood in the doorway. “I’m Marjorie Ellis. I’m the home health aide for Genevieve Grey. You must be her son, Grayson.”
Gray just stood there in astonishment. “Keith and Bobby said someone would come, but when I didn’t hear from anyone…I’m sorry, come in. My mother would kill me if she found out that I left you standing out in the hallway.”
“Are you making your mother lunch?” Marjorie pointed at his hand.
Gray stared dow
