Only Desolation Remains Beneath the Setting Abbott

To close a deal for April Henson, I drank myself into a stomach bleed. When my mother back home heard about it, she boarded a train that same night and rode more than ten hours to see me. Her legs were bad, and she couldn't read. I couldn't stop worrying, so all I could do was ask April to go pick her up. April agreed readily enough, then went and never came back. I called more than a dozen times. I sent hundreds of messages.