The something that happened to the winery, as Desmond called it, was actually a bombing case. I am sure he lied so I wouldn't be disheartened more than I was this morning with my mother's deteriorating health. Very thoughtful of him.
However, this is just as bad.
If it wasn't for Manon's scoop that she sent me, which I saw just now after arriving home from the hospital, I don't think I would have known about it so soon. Although the news was bound to be released at some point. Or social media.
Despite my body protesting for me to rest, to get in my bed and sleep the day's long tension out, I hurry up the stairs, into the cream walk-in closet. Grabbing a suitcase from one end is an easy feat, as is piling a bunch of clothes inside. No need to pack them nicely as this is an emergency.
