Chapter 92

• The next morning, I made arrangements for the girls to visit Nicole at the hospital. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was determined to make it happen. Sarah offered to come too, providing emotional support and helping me prepare the girls for what they would see.
• "Remember, Mommy's sick, and she might look different," I explained, trying to soften the blow.
• The girls nodded solemnly, their faces etched with concern. I had hinted at Nicole's situation to them in a way that wouldn't be too overwhelming. And, of course, I didn't mention her impending death, a piece of news they wouldn't be able to handle.