The door opened, jolting me back to reality. The nurse stepped out of the room. “You can enter now,” she said, turning toward me. A shadow of sympathy crossed her clear blue eyes as she laid a comforting hand on my shoulder before walking away.
I rose from my seat and entered Mom's room while wiping the tears from my cheeks.
Mom was asleep on the bed again. Watching her so helpless only made me cry more.
I was still crying when the door flung open and Celine strode inside, looking as pale as a ghost. When her tear-streaked eyes landed on mine, I realized she'd been crying too. Just as I was about to ask the reason for her tears, she told me she had met the doctor in the hallway, and he had told her the news.
“I don't want to lose her, Celine,” I sobbed, clutching my tight chest. “I can
