For the second time in a span of a few hours, Noelle found herself questioning the choices she had made in life.
As she walked into the bathroom to take a call from the hospital, hoping it would at least be the good news needed to brighten up her day, her mind was plagued by the proposition she had received.
It seemed like a golden opportunity, yet something about it seemed…off.
Whatever that was, Noelle wasn’t given the chance to thinking through, as the voice of her mother’s doctor, came over the line.
“Hello, Mrs. Hart?”
“Yes, doctor Melvin. How is my mother?”
There was a brief pause, one that caused her heart to skip a beat, and before the doctor spoke again, a million scenarios flashed through her mind.
“Well, we’re pleased to inform you, that she is making progress.”
