Katy thought perhaps she'd dreamed she'd told Maxie everything. But he was there with her at the hospital to see Tristan. It was really a rather sad sight, and she hated that she'd left him in the care of others. He was a sad little boy who really didn't know what a mother was. His respitory problems were his biggest concern, but then the medication he took before eating usually made him vomit too. So he was rather sickly.
"You really don't want to be here," she said rather sadly.
"But I do." Maxie held her hand. "What can we do?"
Katy shook her head, no. She wished she hadn't brought him. She should have never told him.
"It'll be all right." He put his arm around her.
"He doesn't know me."
"He's just a baby."
"But there are so many problems. He had to be resistated right after he was born, and a few times since then." She bit her upper lip then.
"So he isn't coming home," Maxie nodded.
"No, I couldn't take care of him." She started to cry. "And now-"
"Now it'll be different, Katy. It will." He gave her a smile of encouragement. "You'll see."
"Right." She wanted to believe him. She did. After all, they had her doctor's appointment to get too.
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