Eleven years later, a hospital nurse called while I was at work and asked whether I was Evelyn Hart’s daughter.
« Your mother has suffered a severe stroke, » she said. « Her condition is critical. You should come as soon as possible. »
By the time I arrived, machines surrounded Mom, and she could barely speak.
Luke hadn’t even come, yet Mom was spending her last strength protecting him again.
I took her hand and apologized for years of distance. Her fingers tightened weakly, but her eyes remained painfully clear.
« I’m here, » I said. « You don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll handle the house, the bills—everything now, Mom. »
Those were her final words to me.
Her mouth moved several times before sound emerged.
« Don’t abandon Luke. Promise me. »
Those were her final words to me.