A bleak brochure for my future
David didn’t stop at simply cutting off the money. He pulled out a brochure he had hidden in his jacket pocket.
It featured a bleak-looking state-funded facility located on the outskirts of town. He slid it toward me, tapping the glossy paper with his index finger.
Mark nodded in agreement, stating that the application process should start tomorrow morning. They had already decided where I would live out my final years, assuming I had no other options available.