Mother Thought Her Son’s Girlfriend WAS Part of the Family = Until She Ended Things at His Bedside

« I’m sorry. I can’t keep pretending anymore. »

Emma was crying so hard she could barely get the words out.

We were standing beside the hospital elevators, and she had both hands pressed against her face.

Behind us, my son’s room door was still open.

I could hear the television.

Nothing else.

I reached for her arm. « Emma, what happened? »

She stepped back.