Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

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MA

“Mom,’ I said quietly. Tell me the truth.”

She looked at me. And for a moment, her mask shipped.

I saw fear. Pain. Exhaustion.

Then it was gone.

I’m fine, sweetheart,” she said softly. “Really. Just getting old. That’s all.”

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You’re lying.

But I didn’t push. Not now. Not when she was clearly trying so hard to hold it together for me.

I’ll find out eventually. How long has she been like this? How long has she been suffering alone while I was playing house in Manhattan?

She turned back to the fridge, pulling out the pie. Cut me a generous slice.

We sat at the small kitchen table, eating in silen

The

was good. Sweet. Tangy. But it tasted like dust in my mouth.

Everything tastes like dust now.

After a while, she reached across the table and squeezed my hand.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she said.

“Me too.”

And I meant it.

Later that night, I lay in the guest bedroom-my bedroom now, I guess-staring at the ceiling. The room was simple. White walls. Floral curtains. A single bed with a patchwork quilt.

So different from the penthouse.

No marble floors. No floor-to-ceiling windows. No Julian.

No baby.

I pressed my hand against my stomach. Flat. Empty.

Gone.

A soft knock at the door.

“Come in,” I said.

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3:04 pm

Chapter 125

MA

Mam appeared, carrying a glass of water and a small bottle of pills.

“For sleeping,” she said, setting them on the nightstand. In case you need them.”

I sat up. Looked at her.

Really looked.

The way she leaned against the doorframe. Like standing took effort. The way her breathing sounded just a little too shallow.

She’s dying.

The thought hit me like a punch to the gut.

No. No she can’t be

“Mom, I said. My voice cracked.

She smiled. Tired. Sad.

“Get some rest, sweetheart.”

I stood up. Crossed the room. Wrapped my arms around her.

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