“Then why did you let this go on for so long?”
My husband lowered his head.
“I made a mistake, Margaret. I thought I was protecting both of you. I was so afraid of frightening you that I forgot we were supposed to face these things together.”
Before I could answer, Robert’s phone rang.
It was Emily’s doctor.
The latest test results were concerning. She wanted us to bring Emily to the hospital that very evening.
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I immediately took my daughter’s hand.
“No more secrets. We’re going together.”
At the hospital, Emily received the medical care she needed. Over the following weeks, her condition gradually stabilized as her doctors worked out a treatment plan.
Two months later, one Sunday morning, I heard laughter coming from the living room.
I stopped in the doorway.
Emily was sitting beside Robert in our old armchair, looking throughurm a family photo album.
