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.

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

trying to be soothingly soft and firm at once. "No, baby, no one is dying. We're

Parker was teaching us," Emily murmured, confused

going to be fine, Emma

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

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

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 not dying I wo

her small 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

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

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

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, without

make her new identity absolutely watertight. She signed the referral document for Emily's

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watched the preparation in silence, her sorrow unspoken. She would miss Emma and her grandchildren so much, yet Mrs. Walker knew what lay in the balance. She hugged her daughter tightly, her eyes clouded with apprehension and love. "Take care of yourself,

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

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