STELLA

The steady rhythm of her breathing was the most beautiful sound I’d heard all week. James’ mom looked stronger now—no longer pale, no shaky hands. She was much better.

I saw the weight lift from James’ shoulders, even if just a little. I saw the way her face lit up whenever I stepped into the room.

I was getting ready to leave when the doctor stepped in, James behind him.

“Mrs. Hawthorne, you are getting discharged today,” he said. I was pretty sure I was more excited ...