Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

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.

mother's face. "Mom. am sick again? Am

she forced a smile, trying to be soothingly soft and firm at once. "No,

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

going to be fine, Emma whispered back,

face, and her eyes welled up with tears. 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

of fierce determination coursed through her. She reached out with

with hers-her eyes welling up with tears. "You will not die, Emily," she said, the full force of her emotion now

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,

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 required. Her daughter came first, and she would do whatever

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

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

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 Blackthorn Hospital and so set the wheels in

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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

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