Victoria rocked along to Delta Dawn in her reclining chair. Rubbing the tears from her eyes, she wiped them onto the threadbare armrest. The yellow light from the tiffany lamp on the end table provided little warmth. But, even its glow fell cold on the pile of unpaid bills scattered beneath it.
“How could you leave me like this,” she asked, staring at the ceiling? After wiping away more tears, she reached for a small syringe full of clear liquid on the table. A cat jumped onto the table, knocking the syringe to the ground, then nestled into her lap.