Emma
My hands were trembling as I mixed the herbs into a small wooden bowl. The harsh aroma filled the air, making my eyes tear up. Or maybe that was just the tears I was struggling to hold back.
I glanced over at Jade, lying so still on the bed. Her chest barely moved with each shallow breath. How had it come to this?
"It's ready," I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.
I approached the bed, bowl in hand. Jade's eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glassy.
"Mom?" Her voice was weak, barely audible.
I forced a smile, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm here, sweetheart. I've got something that will help you feel better."
Jade's brow furrowed slightly. "It hurts, Mom. Everything hurts."
My heart clenched at her words. "I know, baby. This will make the pain go away."
I lifted
