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Chapter 5

The next day:

Kenna's POV

My bedside alarm blares into my ears, signaling that it is seven a.m. and time for me to wake up.

For my big day.

Well, not my wedding kind of big day. But today is important. Really important.

I go to the bathroom, get done with my business, and change into a pair of dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt.

I'm not a fashionista.

Well, let's just say I don't dress to impress. I wear jeans almost every day except for when mom has to force me to wear a dress or a skirt on occasion.

I brush my blonde hair with brown roots, which ends slightly below my chest, and tie it into a ponytail.

My straight hair has very rarely given me a bad hair day, not that it matters anyway because my hair is always tied into a ponytail or braided.

I checked my phone for any texts from Ally or my reporting manager at Starbucks, but there weren't any from the former.

Sonya, my reporting manager, said that I could make up for the shifts I miss when I'm okay and can get back to work.

I tuck my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and exit my room.

Mom is in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. And not just breakfast—my favorite kind of breakfast!

Sausages tossed in pepper and butter with beans in red sauce and some bread.

How do I know? Because I can smell that from any corner of our apartment.

I make my way to the counter with high chairs in the kitchen and lazily speak, "Good morning, Mom, breakfast please!"

"Good morning, Kenny; here you go," she answers, serving me a plate full of my favorites and placing it in front of me.

I dig into my delicious breakfast, and so does mom.

We sit in silence and have our breakfast.

Two people who are completely lost in their thoughts.

One thinking about how her life would change, the other thinking about how to deal with this change.

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The drive to Travenford was not very long. It was a thirty-minute drive from our apartment, and for once, our GPS wasn't wrong.

Most of it was spent in silence, though not complete silence because of the radio playing in the background.

We are now in the parking lot at Travenford Medical Center.

This was it, I thought. We're here.

We made our way through it and were soon walking towards the hospital's entrance.

I inhaled deeply and followed Mom.

Once inside, we made our way to the reception.

"Hey, I'm Erin Joy, and I have an appointment for Kenna Joy with the oncohematology department this morning," mom says to the receptionist.

She was a lean woman, probably in her early thirties.

She looks up at mom and smiles, saying, "Good morning, Mrs. Joy; let me check."

"Miss Joy," mom corrects her.

She looks at Mom, nods, and types on the keyboard.

A few seconds later, she says, "Okay, you've got your appointment at nine o'clock." The head of the department is Dr. Hart. You can meet him to discuss the case in his office. The oncohematology department is on the sixth floor", she says, flicking her eyes between mom and the computer screen.