Alicent leans close to Rhaenyra.
There’s silence— no words big enough to fill the chasm of pain formed between the once friends.
Alicent turns away, but then she hears it, the words she’s been waiting for, barely audible…
A Negroni… sbagliato… with Prosecco in it. 🥃
My cousin's wife had a stroke and couldn't get admitted to the hospital last night due to overcrowding. She was gone within hours. Covid is affecting health care across the board. You may not suffer from catching it, but you just may just need a hospital bed for something else