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“A HEART ATTACK is nothing compared to the cancer treatments I’ve been through,” Mia said, shifting in her hospital bed so that she could complete her skincare regimen. After showing satisfactory progress during the night, she’d been moved from the intensive care unit to a room.
“Don’t downplay this incident,” Verena said, scolding her grandmother.
The life had returned to Mia’s face. Verena had brought Mia’s facial cleansers and moisturizers to the hospital, along with other personal items to make her feel more comfortable. Dahlia and Camille had visited earlier, and had brought an assortment of Dubois spa products.
Verena had also brought roses from Mia’s garden, and the assortment of apricot, yellow, and pink blossoms filled the air with their delicate sweet scent, masking the an
