Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

She sat by Emily's bedside, sinking in a storm of thoughts about the hospital, then felt a little squeeze on her hand. She looked down; a small, fragile smile appeared as sleepy eyes opened.

"Mom, where am I?" The voice was soft, confused, from Emily.

Emma gave a reassuring smile and brushed a hand over Emily's hair. "You're at the hospital, sweetheart. How do you feel?"

"Mais. I was at school," Emily murmured, her face scrunched up in confusion. Emma's heart ached with her innocence. She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears threatening to spill. "Yes, you were, baby: But you needed just a little check-up, so I brought you here while you were sleeping" Emily pouted, looking around the sterile hospital room. "But I hate hospitals."

Emma let out a soft laugh; she wanted to lighten the mood. "I know, I hate hospitals too. We both do-that's something we

have in common."

"Where's Ethan?" Emily asked, her voice barely above a whisper

"He's at home, safe and sound," Emma replied, squeezing her daughter's hand to give her comfort.

face. "Mom. am sick again? Am I going

heart broke, but she forced a smile, trying to be soothingly soft and firm at once. "No, baby, no one is

I was in class. I remember Mrs. Parker was teaching us," Emily murmured, confused as if

Everything is going to be fine,

Emily contorted her face, and her eyes welled up with tears. I don't wanna die, Mommy, she whispered in that

and a surge of fierce determination coursed through her. She reached out with a hand and

tears. "You will not die, Emily," she said, the full force of her emotion

down the fragments of hesitation that she struggled to hold on to. She had sworn never to return to Blackthorn, but

Emma's mind. She needed to act now, no matter what that required. Her daughter came first, and she would do whatever was called for

morning, she would go back to her homeland; the only thing that mattered now was her daughter's life. The very thought of touching her foot again in Blackthorn soil sent a shiver down her spine, but nothing else counted

over on a silver platter. After some thinking, she settled

passports, medical files-everything to make her new identity absolutely watertight. She signed the referral document for

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Mrs. Walker knew what lay in the balance. She hugged her daughter tightly, her eyes clouded with

promised, feeling the heaviness of her mother's worry yet strengthened by her support.

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