ed Isadore's pale cheek. His skin wa
s small chest. He pointed a tiny finger at a bo
. Ice cold. She immediat
wl of soup. She had a round face and a permanent sneer. She rolled
ed up the heavy silver spoon, scooped up
ps. Her eyes were wide with de
stomach, ravaged by months of chemot
She quickly scooped another spoonful. And another.
o please his mother, forced the heavy li
gagged. He pushed her hand aw
. It splashed all over Carissa's shirt an
adore curled into a tight ball, his face br
It clattered on the hardwood floor. She grabbed her
med open. Guilford an
overed bed and his agonizing son. A s
dden force made her stumble backward. Her shoulder slammed into the solid mahogany ward
Isadore onto his side to prevent choking, hi
est. After a tense minute, the doctor exhaled. "He's stable. Just severe gastric
talked toward Carissa, sto
d roared. His voice vibrated the glass in
accusation, but the moment her eyes darted to Isadore's tear-streaked face, the fire died. The crushing weight of
e you haven't been a mother to him for three years! You come in h
twisted i
petent now as you were when
eeks. Her love for her son had
issa's vomit-stained clothes and Guilford's ra
're not to come within ten feet of him with
ng to apologize, but Guilford's
out of the room under the mock
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