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“I don’t either!” Cathy was so shocked by the suggestion that she couldn’t think of anything else to say. She just stared at her friend. In love with Michael? That was crazy! She wasn’t in love with Michael. She didn’t even know his last name.

“Yes, you do!” Vicky grinned at her. “By the way, Chloe told me about your new bracelet. She said that it was from your boyfriend, and that you said he was really cute.”

“Oh.” Cathy felt herself flush. She fingered the strap of her purse. “Well, Michael just wanted—wanted to give me something.”

“He must think you’re really cute, too.” At whatever was in her expression, Vicky laughed again. “Face it, girl. You’re falling in love.”

Cathy shook her head. She ignored a forlorn flutter near her heart. She set her purse down on the table next to the sofa. “I don’t think it would be a good idea to even think that way, not about me and Michael.”

“Why not? Because of Chloe?”

Cathy didn’t answer as she shrugged out of her jacket. “How was Chloe?”

Vicky raised her brows, but when Cathy just looked pointedly at her, she let the subject drop. “She was fine. She hasn’t stirred even once since she fell asleep.” They talked a few minutes more before Vicky pulled on her coat, gathered her purse, and left.

After locking the front door, Cathy looked in on her sleeping daughter. She bent and lightly smoothed her fingers down Chloe’s baby-soft cheek. It was so good to have her little girl home at last. Cathy tiptoed out of the tiny bedroom, easing the door halfway closed.

The evening was still early, and she decided that it was a good time to take care of some of her bookkeeping. She booted up the computer so that she could do her bill pay online. She remembered the gift card that Michael had given her and retrieved it out of her purse. She knew that it would have a good balance on it, but when she called to find out what it was, she nearly dropped the phone. “Oh my God.” Cathy couldn’t believe it. If that was what that gorgeous necklace had cost…guilt swamped her. She couldn’t possibly accept such a large amount. It wasn’t right. She called Michael and explained her feelings.

“Winter, it’s a gift card. I gave it to you.” He wouldn’t listen to her protestation but firmly repeated that it was his gift to her and hung up.

Cathy closed the cell and frowned down at the gift card. Then she shifted her gaze thoughtfully to the stack of bills lying on her desk. She drew in her breath. “Okay, then.” She paid the bills that were due, using the American Express gift card and had a balance remaining. As she slid the gift card back into her wallet, she murmured, “I am going to have one hell of an income-tax bill.”





Chapter Nineteen



The days passed in gentle routine that was a balm to Cathy’s spirit. The mornings were spent with Chloe. After lunch, while Chloe napped, Cathy concentrated on work. When Chloe awakened, she spent more time with her daughter. Telecommuting was a godsend. Difficulties cropped up now and again, but overall, she was confident in the quality of her work. At times she did miss the personal interaction at the office, even if it had been layered with pity and other difficult emotions. The ever-present anxiety was tucked away in the corner of her mind. However, Cathy was sleeping more peacefully, and she felt better than she had in a long time. She could not recall a happier time.

She faithfully took her daughter in for the routine hospital visits so that Chloe’s progress could be monitored. Chloe had been taking the shots that further depressed her immune system so that the blood transplantation would have a better chance. Chloe would continue with the same treatment until it was time for her to be newly inoculated for the usual childhood diseases.

When Chloe developed a small cough, Cathy immediately took her in to be examined. It had been impressed on Cathy many, many times that Chloe’s immune system was fragile. She wasn’t surprised when the oncologist recommended that Chloe stay overnight in the hospital.

Chloe was uncharacteristically quiet after being admitted. Cathy was reluctant to leave. She could sense from the way that Chloe clung to her that she didn’t want her to go, so Cathy just held her daughter closer. Cathy kept delaying her departure, but eventually the duty nurse told her that she could only stay a few minutes longer. Cathy managed to summon a smile and quietly thanked the nurse for letting her know. “Baby, I’ve got to go.”

Chloe looked up quickly into her eyes then bowed her head again. With a small finger, she traced a pattern on the back of her mother’s hand. “Mommy, are you ever scared?”

Cathy’s breath caught in her throat. She started to deny it, but something stopped her. In that moment, she sensed that her daughter needed the strictest honesty from her. Very softly, she said, “Yes, baby, I am. All the time.”

“Me, too.”

Tears sprang to Cathy’s eyes. She blinked hard, refusing to let them fall, determined not to further distress her daughter. She drew Chloe up against her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Chloe’s designer hat was a watered silk cap and the fabric felt cool under Cathy’s lips. “Then we’ll be scared together, okay?” Chloe let out a big sigh and settled closer, her head on Cathy’s breast. Eventually, she became boneless in sleep.

The metallic ping of the heart monitor was a monotonous underscore to Cathy’s somber reflections. It seemed to have done her daughter good to be told that she wasn’t the only one who was frightened. She was glad that she had told Chloe the truth. But she didn’t have to like it. What a horrible thing to have to say to your child, she thought. Chloe had so few childish illusions left. Other kids this age just find out that the tooth fairy isn’t real!

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