My husband and my sister laughed while my daughter Holly was dying in a hospital bed. Then he smirked and said, “Holly had a good run. We need that money for my son with your sister.”

stretcher.

Her eyes opened halfway as the nurses adjusted her lines.

“Mom?” she whispered.

I leaned close. “I’m here, baby.”

“Are we going home?”

I swallowed the ache in my chest. “Not yet. We’re going to Boston.”

“Is Captain Bun coming?”

I lifted the stuffed rabbit. “He already packed.”

A tiny smile touched her mouth. Weak, barely visible, but real.

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