Beach Lane

She swallowed hard, trying to force the words past the sudden lumps in her throat. “What?” she asked eventually. “What do you think’s going on?”

“There could be a problem with one of your ovaries. More than likely it’s nothing more than a cyst, but we don’t like to fool around with this. We’ll want answers as quickly as possible.”

Susie read between the lines and guessed what he wasn’t saying. “It could be ovarian cancer?” she asked, stunned.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay?” he soothed. “I’ll get you in for that ultrasound in the next day or two. My receptionist will make the appointment and call you.”

All Susie knew about ovarian cancer was that it could be deadly, because it was generally caught too late. This morning she’d thought she was simply having a particularly painful period, and now she could die? She couldn’t even begin to process it.

Again Dr. Kinnear gave her a reassuring look. “One step at a time, young lady. If you have questions at any time, call me. We’ll find the answers, and whatever the situation is, we’ll deal with it.”

She nodded. After he’d left the examining room, she sat there frozen.

A few minutes later, her mother stepped into the room. Susie met her gaze.

“He told you?”

Her mother nodded. “He told me there’s no cause for alarm yet. You are not to panic, okay? Neither one of us is going to panic.”

Susie nodded, then gave her mother a plaintive look. “Is it okay to be scared out of my wits?”

Her mother gathered her into her arms. “We can be scared together, but we are going to think positively, Susie. I mean it. No negative thoughts. People do beat ovarian cancer, and we’re not even sure yet that you have it. It could be nothing more than a cyst, okay?”

Susie blinked back tears. “Got it.” She hesitated. “Mom, can we keep this just between us for now? It’s not as if we know anything. I don’t think I could stand having Dad and everyone hovering.”

“If that’s what you want,” her mother agreed. “I do wish you’d consider telling your grandmother, thought.”

“Why Gram? It’ll only worry her.”

“But she’s the one with the direct link to God,” Jo said with a smile. “I think her prayers are exactly what you need right now.”

Susie smiled back. The whole family counted on Nell O’Brien to save them. The rest of them might be believers, they might be churchgoers, but it was Gram’s faith that was steadfast, no matter what the crisis.

“Let’s see what happens with the ultrasound,” Susie said. “If there’s a problem with that, then we’ll call in the big guns.”

Her mother met her gaze. “What about Mack?”

“What about him?”

“I think he’d want to know.”

Susie shook her head. “It’s not like that between us.”

“Remember how upset you were that he’d kept losing his job from you? How do you think he’ll feel if he finds out about this later?”

“I can’t tell him,” Susie said simply. “Not until I know more.”

Because if she needed to have surgery, if she couldn’t have children, it would change everything between them. And, of course, if she wasn’t one of those who beat the odds, they’d have absolutely no future at all.

6 (#ulink_b6895be7-5791-52b4-a5b8-ccac4ad132d3)

Mack didn’t like Susie’s pale complexion or the dark shadows under her eyes. It had been evident for a few days now that she was worried about something, and he was very much afraid it was him. He didn’t want to be responsible for making her sick.

“Okay, we need to get out of here,” he said after taking a good look at her when he stopped by her office at lunchtime. If anything, she looked worse than she had when he’d seen her the day before.

Before she could argue, he marched into Jeff’s office and announced, “I’m taking Susie away from here for the afternoon. You can manage without her for a few hours, right?”

Jeff frowned. “Of course, but I haven’t heard her say she wanted to go anywhere with you.”

“I’m not giving her an option,” Mack responded. “She needs some sunshine and a long walk on the beach. Haven’t you noticed her color’s not good?” He lowered his voice. “Any idea what’s going on with her?”

Jeff shook his head, then cast a worried glance in his daughter’s direction. “Not a clue. She took a couple of sick days, which isn’t like her, but she swears she’s fine, and Jo’s backing her up. I’m at a loss.”

Mack glanced in Susie’s direction. “No offense intended, but they’re both lying. I want to know why. I’m worried, Jeff. Something’s not right.”

Her father nodded. “I agree. If you can get to the bottom of it, I’d appreciate it. She’s not herself, that’s for sure. I thought it had something to do with you.”

“Maybe it does,” Mack admitted. “If so, I’ll do whatever it takes to fix it. That’s a promise.”

Just then Susie appeared at Mack’s side, her cheeks flaming. “I do not appreciate the two of you whispering behind my back as if I’m not right here.” She directed her scowl at Mack. “Nor am I happy about you making decisions for me. I have work to do, Mack. I’m not going anywhere.”

“The work can wait,” Mack countered, leveling a look into her eyes that matched his determination against her stubbornness. She looked as if she were wavering, so he cajoled, “If you won’t do this for yourself, do it for me. I need an outing and a fresh perspective. You can boss me around and tell me what I need to be doing. It’ll cheer you up.”