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Emma arrived ten minutes later than the text had said she would, hair damp from the rain, cheeks bright with the kind of color that belongs to someone who had just sprinted up stairs for reasons other than fear. She greeted them with a hug that was long and then longer, folding Anna into a rhythm that still fit, even after all these years.

"Your scans show stability," the doctor said finally. "No new lesions. The markers are encouraging. Continue the current regimen, and we'll reassess in three months." a mothers love part 115 plus best

Emma watched her mother with an expression that was part apology, part gratitude. "I want to keep things," she said. "I don't want to wait until it's too late." Emma arrived ten minutes later than the text