"Leukemia? How old is he?" Melanie asked.
"He looks to be about three."
"The poor thing, so young," she lamented, which only strengthened her resolve. "I promise, I'll just look from a distance. I won't disturb them."
Dr. Tyson considered it. If seeing the boy could bring the old woman some comfort, it might be more effective than any medicine. It couldn't hurt.
"Alright, then. Let me go check the boy's information and find out which room he's in."
As Dr. Tyson left, Melanie caressed the photo of her son, whispering through her tears, "Lennon, did you miss Mommy too? Is that why you've come back to see us?"
...
When Vivica returned to the room, she found her son obediently eating his meal, which brought her a small measure of comfort.
"Ruby, you go get some lunch. I'll stay with him."
Ruby nodded and left.
Vivica had brought clippers with her, planning to shave her son's head. His hair would fall out once treatment began anyway.
Chaim was remarkably understanding. When she told him she was going to shave his head, he didn't question it. Instead, he tried to comfort her. "I'm so handsome, I'll still look good with a bald head."
Vivica managed a smile. "You're right. Our Chaim looks handsome with any hairstyle."
Despite her words, her eyes welled up as she watched his thick hair fall away.
Unaware of his mother's sadness, Chaim chattered on. "Mom, is Dad never coming to see me again?"
"Do you want him to come?"
If her son truly wanted to see that scoundrel, she would be willing to ask.



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