As the scheduled time approaches, the medical staff begin preparations. A nurse explains to Michelle what is going to happen, step by step. She listens attentively, but her eyes glisten with unshed tears.
“Do you want me to go in with you to the anteroom?” I asked her, in a low voice.
She just nods. Her allowing me to be with her and hold her hand is invaluable.
A couple of nurses arrive for Candace and lift her onto a stretcher. As we leave the room, Ryan walks on Michelle's left and I on her right. Like a shadow. Like support. Like whatever I can be now.
Candace is awake, slightly drowsy from the medication. She looks calm. Innocent. Trusting.
“Will you be here when I wake up?” she asks softly.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Michelle responds, stroking her forehead.
Ryan nods, holding h
