THE HEART-SHAPED LOCKET
THE HEART SHAPED LOCKET
Lizzy had always been afraid of shots. But not now, bravely, sitting ready to receive the first dose of the experimental drug. Her father, Daniel, sat ten feet away from her and watched. She caressed the heart-shaped locket he had given her around her neck with one hand. With the other, she blew him a kiss and smiled. She could still smile, whereas he found smiling a difficult thing to do still. The cuff of her pink t-shirt had been pushed up as high as her shoulder. He had convinced her this was the best way to go. It would not hurt. She trusted him implicitly. If only mommy had gone this opportunity, it was too late for her. He had agreed to the experimental therapy. There had been great controversy following it. After hearing both sides and diligent research, he rolled up his sleeve. The risk of losing her was worth any chance offered. Up until that moment, he had not experienced any side effects. The nurse sat the tray down on the counter.