Ava walked down the hospital corridor, a paper bag filled with fresh fruit held tight in both hands, she pushed open the door to the room with her hips. The smell of antiseptic was familiar now, mixed with the sweet scent of flowers on the bedside table.
Margaret was sitting up, pillows propped behind her back. Her eyes lit up the second she saw Ava, and she shifted slightly, wincing a little but smiling wide.
“There you are, my angel.” Margaret held out her hands, palms open, fingers curling in. “I was just thinking about you. Wondering when you’d come.”
Ava moved to the bed quickly, setting the bag down on the small table.
“I brought apples. And those oranges you like. The sweet ones.”
“You spoil me.” Margaret squeezed her hands, her grip stronger than before. The surgery was done,
