The next tease from my new book: "Into Each Life ..."

She put a couple of the little white pills in her hand and popped them in her mouth. She'd perfected the art of swallowing pills without a drink. She laid back on her bed and while she waited to slip from reality into oblivion, she stared at the doll on her dresser. It was a child's doll, but she couldn’t let go of it. Even after she realized she wasn't going to have any more children, and that there was no point in saving it to pass on to a daughter, she continued to hang on to it.
[Crystal Myles, mother of Jamie (protagonist of the story)]