I lean forward. “Mom?”
Mark pushes me along the side of the bed, and I gently grab her hand. “Mom, I’m here. Don’t talk if you hurt. I’ll be here for a bit.”
She turns her head towards me, and her eyes flutter open. A tear hangs on the corner of her eyelid, almost daring to fall.
My eyes sting, and I take a shaky breath.
She squeezes my hand. “How are you here?”
I never told her I was coming back here, or I got a job in the hospital.
My heart feels heavy. “I moved back with my husband, Mark.” I reach a hand back over my shoulder.
Mark takes it and steps around to the side of the wheelchair. He gives her a small grin. “Hi, Mrs. Hunt. It is nice to meet you in person.”
Her eyebrows knot together as she looks up at him. She stares at him for a moment before her gaze drifts back to me.
The disappointment in her eyes slices right through my heart.