It must have been that argument with Mom the other day that hurt her feelings. And lately I've been so caught up in dating Ned that I've neglected taking care of her. Damn it, I'm awful.
When Sophie returned to the ward, she forced a bright smile onto her face. "Mom, the doctor said you're recovering really well! Soon you won't have to stick to liquid foods anymore, and we can start the follow-up health treatments. That's great news!"
Sarah smiled too when she heard this. "I overheard you talking the other day… about transferring me to the States for treatment." She was a little short of breath. "I don't want to go. Let's just stay in London. The surgery's already done, and I'm doing fine, aren't I? Don't worry!"
"We'll do whatever Dr. William says, okay?" Sophie gently tucked the blanket around her mother, who had already lain back down. "He understands your condition best. If he thinks treatment over there could greatly improve things, then we should go. Deal?"
