Emily Browning

Hope, Inherited.

The luxurious blue bathrobe hung on its hook next to the shower. The tag the nursing home had placed on it to label it as her grandmother’s still stuck beneath the brand label, one Eliza didn’t recognize. She didn’t inherit much from Daphne Brown, as the name tag indicated, but her parents had offered her this robe when they moved her from her own room in the nursing home to one with a roommate. As she stepped out of the shower, dried, and hustled into the warmth of the robe, Eliza’s thoughts floated to her Gram, as they often did.