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Enchanted - The Dressing Room Affair [Time Travel Historical Romance Novella] (Entwined Together Forever) by Sierra Hunter Page B
Authors: Sierra Hunter
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she arrived, the doctors had already put her into emergency surgery. A soft spoken nurse told Katie to wait outside while they ran more tests. Katie phoned Chloe to tell her what had happened, trying to keep her voice intelligible.
Chloe hurried to the hospital to be by her best friend’s side.
It seemed like they were there for hours, but about thirty minutes later the doctor called Katie into his office. The girls, who had been clutching each other’s hands in the waiting room chairs, exchanged worried glances . Katie found her feet dazedly and joined the doctor.
“What’s wrong with her?” she asked hoarsely. “Is my mum going to be okay?”
The doctor had a grave look on his fleshy face. He took Katie by the hand and sat down with her.
“Katie, your mother is very sick,” he informed, his voice like a glass of cool water. But Katie’s mouth still tasted like ashes and sand. The world around the doctor’s face fogged up. “She has a tumor growing in her brain.”
A what? Katie started stammering. “Just take it out then. You can take it out,” she whispered.
The doctor shook his head. “We can’t remove it.” Katie was pitched headlong into a dark, tight place where she couldn’t think and she couldn’t breathe. What was he saying? What did he—? “I’m so sorry. She’s dying, Katie. Your mother has twelve months to live. Eighteen, at the most.”
Katie began to shake her head, numbness ascending from her toes. She could not believe what she was hearing. First, she lost her dad as a child and now she was about to lose the only family member she had left. Katie started weeping unreservedly. The doctor left her and asked Chloe to come in and comfort her friend. Chloe sat with Katie and held her close. The doctor continued to explain Isabelle’s deteriorating condition.
“She won’t be in any pain, Katie,” the doctor assured.
“But she’s dying. She’s dying and you can’t stop it,” Katie choked out raggedly.
The doctor’s thick jaw tightened behind his lips. “Yes. I’m sorry. She can go home with you as long as she takes her medication and does not overexert herself. As it gets closer to her time, she will need twenty-four hour care. Until then, we encourage you to enjoy life with her and make the most of the time you have left together.” The doctor finished explaining what they needed to do to look after Isabelle at home as he guided them into another room to see her. Katie could barely hear him over the clamor of her grief, but she did her best.
Katie did not want her mother to see her upset, so she put on her brightest, bravest smile while she and Chloe packed up her things and took her home.
That night, Katie sat at her mother’s bedside in the old rocking chair, watching her sleep. She reflected over their years together.
Katie had loved helping her mother run the store. They used to spend their evenings laughing and telli ng stories over dinner. They talked about all the unusual people who ventured into the shop each day and the costumes they had chosen. Some came searching for Halloween costumes, others for school plays and pantomimes, funny clowns, or fathers dressing up for their children’s birthday parties. Even local students came, wanting to wear classic dresses on their prom nights.
There had never been a dull moment working in the store. Isabelle had told her that was what her father loved the most. He loved feeding the passions of people living their dreams through the arts and through drama, the theatre, and their vivid, colorful imaginations.
Katie’s eyes drifted over the room, taking inventory of the antique finery her mother had amassed over the years. Katie and her mother had spent hours reminiscing about her father’s love for the theatre and history. It was his passion for the Lords and Ladies of the 18-19th Century that introduced Katie’s mother to her fascination with antiques, a fascination that Katie now shared.
Katie had listened for
Chloe hurried to the hospital to be by her best friend’s side.
It seemed like they were there for hours, but about thirty minutes later the doctor called Katie into his office. The girls, who had been clutching each other’s hands in the waiting room chairs, exchanged worried glances . Katie found her feet dazedly and joined the doctor.
“What’s wrong with her?” she asked hoarsely. “Is my mum going to be okay?”
The doctor had a grave look on his fleshy face. He took Katie by the hand and sat down with her.
“Katie, your mother is very sick,” he informed, his voice like a glass of cool water. But Katie’s mouth still tasted like ashes and sand. The world around the doctor’s face fogged up. “She has a tumor growing in her brain.”
A what? Katie started stammering. “Just take it out then. You can take it out,” she whispered.
The doctor shook his head. “We can’t remove it.” Katie was pitched headlong into a dark, tight place where she couldn’t think and she couldn’t breathe. What was he saying? What did he—? “I’m so sorry. She’s dying, Katie. Your mother has twelve months to live. Eighteen, at the most.”
Katie began to shake her head, numbness ascending from her toes. She could not believe what she was hearing. First, she lost her dad as a child and now she was about to lose the only family member she had left. Katie started weeping unreservedly. The doctor left her and asked Chloe to come in and comfort her friend. Chloe sat with Katie and held her close. The doctor continued to explain Isabelle’s deteriorating condition.
“She won’t be in any pain, Katie,” the doctor assured.
“But she’s dying. She’s dying and you can’t stop it,” Katie choked out raggedly.
The doctor’s thick jaw tightened behind his lips. “Yes. I’m sorry. She can go home with you as long as she takes her medication and does not overexert herself. As it gets closer to her time, she will need twenty-four hour care. Until then, we encourage you to enjoy life with her and make the most of the time you have left together.” The doctor finished explaining what they needed to do to look after Isabelle at home as he guided them into another room to see her. Katie could barely hear him over the clamor of her grief, but she did her best.
Katie did not want her mother to see her upset, so she put on her brightest, bravest smile while she and Chloe packed up her things and took her home.
That night, Katie sat at her mother’s bedside in the old rocking chair, watching her sleep. She reflected over their years together.
Katie had loved helping her mother run the store. They used to spend their evenings laughing and telli ng stories over dinner. They talked about all the unusual people who ventured into the shop each day and the costumes they had chosen. Some came searching for Halloween costumes, others for school plays and pantomimes, funny clowns, or fathers dressing up for their children’s birthday parties. Even local students came, wanting to wear classic dresses on their prom nights.
There had never been a dull moment working in the store. Isabelle had told her that was what her father loved the most. He loved feeding the passions of people living their dreams through the arts and through drama, the theatre, and their vivid, colorful imaginations.
Katie’s eyes drifted over the room, taking inventory of the antique finery her mother had amassed over the years. Katie and her mother had spent hours reminiscing about her father’s love for the theatre and history. It was his passion for the Lords and Ladies of the 18-19th Century that introduced Katie’s mother to her fascination with antiques, a fascination that Katie now shared.
Katie had listened for
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