Kathleen followed the doctor closely, her eyes never leaving Rose. Her mind raced, overwhelmed by the chaos of the situation. How could any of this possibly be happening? After everything they had endured, after every decision made, after all the circumstances that had woven an atmosphere of inevitable doom—this was beyond comprehension.
She had been convincing herself, slowly but surely, that she could live a life without Rose. As long as her love was safe, healthy, and to some extent, happy, Catherine could be content merely existing in a world where Rose existed. But this—the idea that Rose could be ripped away from her, that her love could be extinguished in an instant—was unacceptable.
A nurse handed her a clipboard with patient details that needed to be filled out Kathleen hesitate
