(Chelsea's POV)

I tried not to let the tears fall again, as I straightened myself in front of my computer.

I missed my Mom.

But how could I bare to pay her a visit if I wasn't even sure I could keep my current job? If I wasn't yet a hundred percent sure that I could gather up enough money to pay for her surgery?

How could I bare to behold the look of pain in her eyes while her heart continued to hurt?

Her mitral valve was failing, the doctors had said.

No, I couldn't lose this job. What would I do if I did? Find another one?

God,...