Enemy Susan

Jack spent hours in the room, diligently working on Mirta's mother. His movements were precise, his demeanor calm, but beneath the surface, he was focused on every detail. Sherry watched from a distance, her respect for Jack growing as she observed his expertise as this was first time she saw him performing instead. By the time Jack stepped back, wiping his brow, the frail woman on the bed stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, a healthy glow returning to her pale face.

"Mother…" Mirta whispered, rushing to her side. Her voice broke as she took her mother's hand. "You're awake."

The elderly woman smiled faintly. "Mirta… you've been worrying too much again," she murmured, her voice weak but steady.

Mirta's composure faltered, and tears welled in her emerald eyes. She leaned down, embracing her mother gently, her shoulders shaking. "I thought… I thought I might lose you," she admitted, her voice trembling.