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.

her mother's face. "Mom.

and firm at once.

was in class. I remember Mrs. Parker was teaching us," Emily

is going to be fine, Emma whispered

Mommy, she whispered in that high-pitched voice as the crack shook her firm hold of her

of fierce determination coursed through her. She reached out

is yet gently, held Emily's gaze fast with hers-her eyes welling up with tears. "You will not die, Emily," she said, the full force of her emotion now making her tone firm, her words almost a vow You are

sobs. Emma rose to her feet, her heart racing with the whirlwind of her mind. The words from her daughter finally broke down the fragments of hesitation that she struggled to hold on to. She had sworn never to return to Blackthorn, but her daughter's life was much more priceless than some grudge, more than any kind of fear or bitterness she sought to hang onto in

mind. She needed to act now, no matter what that required. Her daughter came first, and she would do

mind was made up. The next 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

be like handing herself over on a silver platter. After some thinking, she settled on Smith as the last name and Carol for the first name. Common, ordinary, unmemorable-it was perfect. The name would let her be

referral document for Emily's treatment at Blackthorn Hospital and so set the wheels in motion. By morning, her luggage was

Tue, Dec 17

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

her mother's worry yet strengthened by

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