touched Isadore's pale cheek;

He pointed a tiny finger at a bowl of p

It was ice cold. She immed

resh, steaming bowl of soup. She rolled her eyes

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.

lease his mother, forced the heavy liquid d

gagged. He pushed her hand aw

h. It splashed all over Carissa's shirt a

. Isadore curled into a tight ball, his face brig

ed the bowl, grabbing her sleeve to wip

med open. Guilford an

d bed and his agonizing son. A storm of pu

nicked force. The sudden momentum made her stumble backward, her shoulder slamming into the solid

sadore onto his side to prevent him from choking on hi

minute, the doctor exhaled. "He's stable. Just severe ga

d toward Carissa like a predato

d roared, his voice vibrating the glass in

n, but the moment her eyes darted to Isadore's agonizing, tear-streaked face, the fire instantly died. The crushing weig

e you haven't been a mother to him for three years! You come in h

a knife twist

mpetent now as you were when

eeks. Her love for her son had

arissa's vomit-stained clothes and Guilford'

are not to come within ten feet of him witho

ng to apologize, but Guilford's

oken, and walked out of the room under