Chapter 15 - Abigail Opens Her Eyes Again
Late that afternoon, the rhythmic hum of the heart monitor was interrupted by a soft, rustling sound from the hospital bed.
Mom’s fingers twitched against the cotton blanket, and her eyelids fluttered open with a slow, hesitant movement.
She blinked against the bright overhead lights, turning her head slightly until her hazy eyes focused on my face.
“Claire... why aren't you at work?” she rasped out, her voice barely louder than a whisper against the pillows.
I burst into tears of pure relief, leaning over the bed to press my forehead gently against her cool hand.
“I quit my job, Mom, because I’m never leaving your side again,” I choked out, smiling through my streaming tears.
Mom stared at me in disbelief, a weak frown touching the corners of her dry, pale lips.
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“You worked so hard for that promotion... you shouldn't have thrown it all away for an old woman,” she scolded gently.
“You didn't throw your life away to raise me, Mom, so let me take care of you now,” I replied, kissing her knuckles.
