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.

searched her mother's face. "Mom. am sick

but she forced a smile, trying to be soothingly soft and firm at once.

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

know, sweetheart. Everything is going to be fine, Emma whispered back, her voice

I don't wanna die, Mommy, she whispered in that high-pitched voice as the crack shook her firm hold of her mother's hand. "I don't

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

one is yet gently, held Emily's gaze fast with hers-her eyes welling up with tears. "You will not die, Emily," she said,

she struggled to hold on to. She had sworn never to

daughter's health and happiness far outweighed any perceived betrayal of the past. The determination solidified in Emma's mind. She needed to act now, no matter what that

would go back to her homeland; the only thing that mattered now was her daughter's life. The very

fly below the radar-one that wouldn't trace back to her old life. Going by either Black or Moore would 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 mobile without turning heads, even close to Alexander,

accomplished forgers worked on all the documents: passports, medical files-everything to make her new identity absolutely watertight. She signed the referral document for Emily's treatment at

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unspoken. She would miss Emma and her grandchildren so much, yet Mrs. Walker knew what lay in the balance. She hugged her

mother's

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