I looked at her.
The woman looked terrified to speak.
“For what?”
Her eyes filled.
“For being happy today.”
That stopped me.
She shook her head.
That stopped me.
“I don’t know how else to say it. This is the worst day of your life, and we just got the call we’ve been praying for.”
I looked at the untouched coffee beside her.
Then at the way she kept twisting the hospital wristband around her fingers.
And I saw what Mary had seen.
I saw what Mary had seen.
Me… waiting for news that wouldn’t make me cry.
Hoping for miracles every single day.
“You’re allowed to be happy,” I said.
Ellen started crying.
I almost did too.
Hoping for miracles every single day.
“Mary wanted this.”
She covered her mouth.
“We didn’t know at first,” she said. “Sophie told us Mary had asked questions, but Jonathan made it very clear there were no promises.”
