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

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

was teaching us," Emily murmured, confused as if piecing things

to be fine, Emma

her eyes welled up with tears. I don't wanna die, Mommy, she whispered in that high-pitched voice as the crack

seized, and a surge of fierce determination coursed through her. She

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

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

The determination solidified in Emma's mind. She needed to act now, no matter what that required. Her daughter came first, and

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

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, without

the referral document for Emily's

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knew what lay in the

feeling the heaviness of her mother's worry yet strengthened by

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