"Gavin!" Fiona called after me, her voice tight with panic. But I did not stop, nor did I look back.I took a cab to the hospital. Mom looked much better today, with a healthy flush in her cheeks.She handed me a peeled apple and asked brightly, "Gavin, how did the wedding photos turn out? Let me see them."My throat tightened, and my nose stung.I did not know how to explain things to her. More than that, I could not bear to let her know the truth.Just as I was working up the courage to speak, Fiona suddenly walked into the room.She sat beside Mom's bed and, just as she had for the past ten years, gently massaged her with a warm smile."Gavin wasn't happy with how the wedding photos came out, so we sent them back to the studio for more editing. We'll get our marriage license in a couple of days instead. We'll show you the pictures then, Audrey."For the first time, Fiona called her by her name instead of "Ms. Sutton."That single word moved my mother to tears. She was so to
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