The air bubble seemed to be dancing as she flipped the tiny bottle in her hand. The man she bought it from said she would need only a few drops.
She told herself it would be quick. They said the machine was living for him. There was nothing more she could do for him. She signed his release forms with her right hand and stirred the contents of the bottle into her tea with the other. It didn’t taste any different from the usual.
She had vowed to always be with him. This was just the beginning of another journey.