gorgeous,” Chloe said poking her head around the corner of the door into the small private room.

     “Chloe!” The little girl in the bed cried.

     Chloe walked into the room and straight over to the bed to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

     “How've you been, chicken?” she asked.

     The little girl shrugged. “Okay, I guess. The doctors still won't let me go home.”

     Chloe looked down at her and tried really hard not to let the pity or sadness show on her face. Caitlyn was twelve years old and had been diagnosed with cancer six months previously. Chloe didn't know all the ins and outs...