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“Emma.”

“Take me back now!”

He looked at Laney, the nurse, and I heard her say that this was completely normal and that it would take a bit of time for me to adjust to seeing her like that. Max stood up and wheeled me back to the room. I was hysterical and couldn’t stop crying. This wasn’t fair to Sarah, and it was all my fault. As I climbed back into the bed, Kayla came in and pushed some medication through my IV.

“This is going to help you relax and calm down, Emma. Don’t fight it.”

Max held my hand and stared at me with tears in his eyes as I slowly closed mine and drifted to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I awoketo the sounds of whispering. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mom standing over me.

“Emma,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“Mom. What are you doing here?”

“I took the first flight out of Miami. I needed to be here for my girls. I’m so sorry you’re going through this.” She sat on the edge of the bed and placed her hand on my cheek. “Sarah is going to be just fine. She’s going to pull through this. She’s a Knight, and we Knight women are fighters.”

“You met Max?”

“Yes.” She smiled at him.

Max walked over to the other side of the bed. “You need to eat something. I took the liberty of ordering your dinner because you were asleep. If you want me to go get you something else, I will.”

“I’m not hungry. I can’t eat.”

“Emma, you have to. You have to keep your strength up for your daughter,” my mom spoke.

“Now that your mom is here, I’m going to step outside and make a few phone calls.” He leaned over, kissed my forehead, and walked out of the room.

“That man loves you, Emma.”

“Mom, I don’t want to talk about him right now. I totally freaked out when I saw her lying in that incubator. I didn’t want to be there. I wanted to get away as fast as I could. What kind of mother am I?” I began to sob.

“The kind of mother who is scared to death for her child. Emma, you have to believe that she’s going to pull through. If you don’t have hope or faith, then neither does she.”

“It’s so hard seeing her like that. I don’t know if I can do this. I’m not strong enough.”

“Nonsense. Now you listen to me. You are strong, and you will be strong for that little girl. Remember what I always told you: God doesn’t give us more than we can handle. If God didn’t think you could do this, then he would have already taken her.”

There was a knock on the door, and when it opened, a young girl walked in with my dinner tray and set it on my table. She gave me a small smile, and as she walked out, Max walked back in. My mom took the lid off and stared at the chicken breast that lay on the plate.

“Good choice, Max.” She smiled.

“You can’t go wrong with chicken, right?”

“Let’s hope not.” She winked.

I took a couple of bites and pushed it away. “I’m not hungry.”

I felt broken beyond repair. I was helpless to my daughter, and my emotions were all over the place. After a few hours, my mom looked tired, and I told her to go to my apartment and get some rest. The truth was that I just wanted to be alone.

“I’m going to take your mom back to your place. Do you need me to get you anything while I’m there?”

“Can you bring me my pink nightgown and matching robe that’s hanging on the bathroom door? My hairbrush, toothbrush, rubber bands, deodorant.”

He smiled. “Of course I can. I’ll be back in a while. Are you going to be okay?”

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