Marian stared at the last ampulla in front of her on Harrison’s desk.
And if all went as planned-if the holy water really was the ultimate cure-then by this time tomorrow, Ellen would no longer have tumors on her kidneys. Within twelve hours, Marian would be able to hug her. Now she and Ellen had no one left but each other.Īt least Ellen was on her way. Instead, Ellen had the capability of loving with her whole heart, unconditionally, in a way Marian hadn’t been able to.Įven so, the pain of the loss sank deep in Marian’s chest, a sick, dead weight along with guilt for not finding the ampullae in the crypt sooner, for not reviving him before it was too late. Even though they’d often commiserated over Dad’s obsession with his odd theories, Ellen had never harbored the same bitterness for his absence in their lives. Marian had cried silent tears right along with Ellen’s heartfelt sobs. Her phone call with Ellen after returning from the hospital had been emotional and difficult. B LEARY - EYED after a sleepless night, Marian wrapped the comforter about her shoulders against the early morning chill that permeated Harrison’s home lab.
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