Nathan covered his face.
Denise continued.
« If anything happens to me, please tell Cole that none of this was his responsibility.
He was the one good thing I never stopped being proud of. »
The kitchen fell silent.
Then Nathan whispered something that broke my heart.
« Cole thinks it’s his fault. »
I turned toward him.
« What do you mean? »
« He thinks if we’d earned more money, his dad wouldn’t have gotten so sick. »
Denise stood immediately.
« We’re going to St. Mary’s. »
Twenty minutes later, we hurried through the hospital entrance.
Cole was sitting outside the emergency department, still wearing his dirty work clothes.
The moment he saw his mother, he stood.
« Mom? »
Denise crossed the hallway and pulled him into her arms.
« I’m sorry, » he sobbed. « I didn’t know what else to do. »
She held him tightly.
« You should never have had to figure this out alone. »
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