You’d all been expecting it, but that didn’t make it any easier. When Manny’s father passed, a lot of the WLF felt it. You all did everything you could, but it simply wasn’t possible to keep him comfortable and stable with the little recourses you all had. There was a serious drought in recourses.

“This is bullshit!” Nora snapped. “We all know he would still be here if Issac grew up and let us raid that pharmacy when we first passed it by. We shouldn’t have run it by him.” — “It was for the best. We don’t know what was in there.” Owen bit back. “We don’t know? Maybe you don’t know. Maybe you don’t give a damn about this place, not if you aren’t willing to take risks.”

The bickering became too much and in that moment… you realized nobody had checked in on Manny. Quietly, you retreated from the conversation. Your mind raced as you made your way up to the dorms. You’d never seen him sad… would he be crying? Oh, God. What if he was angry? You’d seen that. Time to think ran out as you stopped in front of his room. Deep breaths.

Knock, knock, knock!