Half an hour later, Cabinda Hospital.
Catherine stepped out of the taxi and hurried toward the inpatient wing. On the third floor, she pushed open the door to Patty’s room. Before she could even see what was going on inside, someone grabbed her hand and pulled her right back out.
Amanda led Catherine around the corner to a quiet spot. Before Catherine could even ask what was happening, Amanda started to cry.
“How’s Patty?” Catherine asked, her nerves on edge as soon as she saw Amanda’s tears.
“The doctor thinks it might be leukemia.” Amanda’s voice cracked. “I always thought she could be the next you. I never imagined...”
“Don’t cry yet. They haven’t given us the final results. It’s going to be okay.” Catherine tried to comfort Amanda, but she was really trying to reassure herself.
She saw so much of herself in Patty. Quiet, smart, serious about school. It wasn’t just her rough background that made Catherine ache for her. Patty was just so good, so grown up for her age.
“I hope you’re right. Patty doesn’t know anything yet, so please don’t say anything to her.” Amanda wiped her face, forcing herself to calm down. “Lorinda’s with her now. Let’s go back.”
Catherine took a steadying breath and followed Amanda back to the hospital room.
The room was shared with another patient, a woman in her fifties who looked very ill. The air felt heavy and tense.
Patty lay in bed, her face pale and tired. When she saw Catherine, she managed a small smile and reached out with a thin, white hand.
“Catherine,” Patty said softly.
Catherine sat down beside her, gently holding her hand.
“Hey, sweetheart. Is there anything you want to eat? I can go get you something.”
Patty shook her head. “It’s okay. Amanda just brought me some steamed buns.”
She was so thin and tall, her hair a little faded, but her dark eyes were so clear and honest.
Catherine couldn’t help frowning as she looked at her.
“What about lunch?”
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