She told herself her mother looked stronger. Dr. Martin said a positive attitude could make a world of difference. Not that she believed a thing the doctors said anymore, but she couldn't handle thinking her mother was getting worse. The reality was her mother was going to die from cancer. It was just a matter of time. The one thing in this world she could trust is one day she really would be alone. One day, no one would count on her and she would no longer be responsible for hurting anyone. She shook out her hands. At the moment, she needed to figure out how to get Marcus to keep quiet about all this business. The last thing she wanted was for someone to feel sorry for her. Heaven help anyone who sent her flowers. Her mother may enjoy them, but they reminded Gina that everything died. She pushed open the front door to the guesthouse and made her way to the kitchen. What she needed was a hot cup of coffee. “Why doesn't anyone know your mom's sick? Does Rob even know?” Marcus walked right past one of the bar stools and stopped altogether too close.
