ed Isadore's pale cheek. His skin wa

s small chest. He pointed a tiny finger at a bo

. Ice cold. She immediat

wl of soup. She had a round face and a permanent sneer. She rolled

ed up the heavy silver spoon, scooped up

ps. Her eyes were wide with de

stomach, ravaged by months of chemot

She quickly scooped another spoonful. And another.

o please his mother, forced the heavy li

gagged. He pushed her hand aw

. It splashed all over Carissa's shirt an

adore curled into a tight ball, his face br

It clattered on the hardwood floor. She grabbed her

med open. Guilford an

overed bed and his agonizing son. A s

dden force made her stumble backward. Her shoulder slammed into the solid mahogany ward

Isadore onto his side to prevent choking, hi

est. After a tense minute, the doctor exhaled. "He's stable. Just severe gastric

talked toward Carissa, sto

d roared. His voice vibrated the glass in

accusation, but the moment her eyes darted to Isadore's tear-streaked face, the fire died. The crushing weight of

e you haven't been a mother to him for three years! You come in h

twisted i

petent now as you were when

eeks. Her love for her son had

issa's vomit-stained clothes and Guilford's ra

're not to come within ten feet of him with

ng to apologize, but Guilford's

out of the room under the mock