Hannah Alexander - Sacred Trust

The color had already begun to return to Ivy’s cheeks. She eased herself back more comfortably on the velour seat. “Nothing serious, I’m sure, Tedi. Sometimes I just get the hiccups, but it isn’t in my throat. It’s deeper in my chest.”

“Do you think it’s your heart?” Fresh tears formed in Tedi’s eyes. She’d heard her mom talk too many times about heart attacks and the dangers of heart disease. Mercy wished she’d never discussed the subject in front of her.

“I don’t know, honey,” Ivy said.

“We’ll know soon enough,” Mercy said. “Mom, we’re going straight to my office as soon as we leave here.”

“No, we aren’t. I don’t feel it’s ethical for a daughter to treat her own mother.”

“Then we’ll go to my office,” Jarvis said. “You’re not getting out of this, Ivy Richmond.”

“And you’re not getting your stethoscope on me, either, Jarvis George. I’ll go to an unbiased doctor who doesn’t know me and doesn’t have preconceived ideas about the care I should receive. The two of you would have me trussed up like a full backpack and never let me out of the house again.” Her color continued to improve, and Mercy relaxed. Tedi’s tears had done more than any amount of browbeating could have done, and whatever was wrong with Mom, she was recovering for now.

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