Chapter 1
"Ally Williams?" a nurse asked peeking her head into the doorway of the waiting room.
I quickly put the magazine I had been pretending to read for the past half hour down on the side table.
I nervously got up and followed the short brunette nurse down the long hallway lit by fluorescent ceiling lights. My hands were sweating and my stomach was doing flips. Today was the day we finally got the anticipated test results back. Today was the day I was to find out what was wrong with my baby.
We finally reached the end of the never-ending hallway and turned the corner to be met by a large white door.
"Dr. Adams is waiting for you", the nurse prompted me, opening the door as I stepped in.
"Mrs. Williams, thank you for coming", the doctor greeted extending his hand out to me.
"It's Ms. Williams actually...", I corrected him.
"Ah, I see. Now. MS. Williams. We are meeting today to discuss the test results of your daughter, Paisley, correct?"
"Y-yes, sir"
"Well, Ms. Williams, I don't know any easy way of saying this, but your daughter has been diagnosed with leukemia."
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The car ride home was a difficult one, to say the least. I was able to hold it together while discussing treatment plans in Dr. Adam's office, but as soon as I unlocked the car door I broke down.
My vision went blurry and I couldn't focus. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was having a hard enough time raising Paisley by myself and putting food on the table as it was, now add medical bills and treatment plans to the mix and my life seemed like a nightmare.
My mind was racing at about a million miles an hour. Why her? Was this somehow my fault? What did my precious do to deserve this? Was I a bad mother for letting this happen to my daughter? But there was nothing I could do to help it...
I got home and unbuckled my sleeping daughter from her carseat. She had been so tired lately, how had I not noticed these symptoms earlier? I should have known.
A wave of guilt overcame me as I lifted my sick child into my arms and slammed the car door shut. Locking the door, I quietly walked up the flight of stairs to my apartment as not to wake her. I went straight to the bedroom to let my princess rest.
As I laid there with her, stroking her wispy blonde hair as she slept, I worried. I worried about her future. I worried about my future. I worried about her health. And I worried about the bills. How in the world was I expected to magically come up with the insane amounts of money needed for Paisley's treatment plan? Our insurance only covered so much. But there was no question about it; this was a necessity. It was my daughter's health on the line, and that meant everything to me.
But I had no help. No friends. No family. I had left that all behind when I decided to leave for America before Paisley was born. I couldn't be there anymore. I couldn't hold him back. I couldn't let my family down. I couldn't let Paisley down. We needed a fresh start with new opportunities. That was what was intended by me leaving.
At the back of my mind, I knew there was one person that could help. But I wasn't about to go there. I wasn't about to get involved.
I couldn't call him. He didn't know. He didn't know why I left him. He didn't know where I was. And most importantly, he didn't even know about Paisley. He had no idea he had a child of his own walking the earth right now. He had no idea.
At that moment I began to doubt myself. Were my decisions logical? No. How could they have been? How could I have left everything behind, risking everything? But I was only trying to protect him. He had his own career going, I couldn't hold him back with a child. A child I'm sure would only be seen as a "stupid mistake" in his eyes. Wouldn't she?
But now I had no money. I had no way of getting Paisley the treatment that she needed. And she deserved better. She didn't need any of this.
So I did the only thing I could think of.
I had to save my baby.
I picked up the phone and dialed the numbers, praying his number hadn't changed with the increase in fame over the past few years.
I crossed my fingers as the phone continuously rang.
Just as I was about to hang up, thinking nobody would answer, I heard a sound at the other end.
"Hello?" the voice asked groggily.
My stomach dropped to my knees. It was him.
"H-harry?"

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