"Tell me... please, just tell me what I have to do," Serena whispered, her voice breaking into jagged shards of grief. "There has to be a way. Even if the treatment is hard... even if it affects her growth... she’ll still be alive, right? She’ll still be here?"
She looked at her daughter, the small, fragile girl who looked more like a ghost than a person. Lemon was only six. She should have been worried about losing her first tooth or whether she’d get a gold star at Newbridge Preschool. Instead, she was tethered to a machine that beeped with the rhythmic indifference of a ticking clock.
"She's just a child," Serena choked out, her knees finally giving way. She slid down the wall and collapsed onto the cold linoleum floor, her head in her hands. "She's just a little girl! She was suppose
