"Nora!"Chase called out to me, urgent, but I didn't slow down, didn't look back.I caught a cab to the hospital. My mother, Gina Sutton, looked so much better today—there was actual color back in her face.She handed me a peeled apple, her eyes bright. "Nora, how did the marriage registration photo turn out? Come on, show me."My throat closed up, and my nose stung with the effort of holding back tears.I had no idea how to explain any of this to her. I couldn't bear to let her know the truth.Just as I was gathering the courage to tell her, the door opened, and Chase walked in.He sat down at the edge of the bed and started rubbing my mother's shoulders with the same easy devotion he'd shown for ten years straight, his voice warm and low. "Nora thought the registration photo came out badly, so she sent it back to get retouched. We'll get the license in a couple days, and we'll show you then, Mom."Chase had just switched, without missing a beat, from calling her "ma'am" to ca
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