wrong?â
The other woman hesitated just long enough for Maya to realize sheâd stumbled on the truth. Even if she didnât know what it was.
âTell me,â she said gently. âPlease.â
Elaine nodded. âI hadnât planned on saying anything to anyone. You werenât supposed to guess.â
Normally Maya would have made a joke about being perceptive, but somehow this didnât seem like the right time.
âI need you to promise not to say a word to anyone,â her friend continued. âI mean it, Maya. You have to swear.â
Maya was clear on the danger of making a promise without having all the facts. Even so, she didnât hesitate. âI promise I will keep your secret for as long as you tell me to. No matter what it is.â
âThank you.â Elaine gave her a shaky smile that faded quickly. âI have breast cancer. The tumor is small and was caught early, but still. Cancer.â
Mayaâs stomach tightened as she did her best not to visibly react. Fear for her friend ripped through her. She reached across the table and grabbed Elaineâs hand. âWhat? No. Iâm so sorry. What can I do to help? How can I make this better?â
âBy keeping my secret.â
Maya drew in a breath. âYouâre not telling Ceallach?â she asked in a whisper.
âNo. Or the boys. I donât want them to know. They wonât take it well. You know they wonât. The last thing I need right now is to be making them feel better. I just want to get through it.â
Maya nodded, even if she didnât agree with the decision. Elaine would need support from more than her. She was dealing with a scary diagnosis and the treatment that would follow.
Elaine explained how her routine mammogram had detected a small mass. It had been biopsied and sheâd gotten the diagnosis. She paused as Wilma returned with their lunches.
âEat up,â the older woman instructed before leaving.
Maya stared at her sandwich and knew she would have to take it home.
âWe have to eat,â Elaine told her. âNot only because Wilma will yell at us if we donât, but because not eating wonât help me. Weâre both going to need our strength.â
âOkay.â Maya reluctantly took a bite. âSo whatâs the treatment plan?â
âA lumpectomy followed by six weeks of radiation.â
âYou have to tell them,â Maya said quietly. âThey need to know.â
âThey donât. Maya, I appreciate what youâre saying, but this is my decision. Iâm going to get through this, then Iâll deal with my family.â Her dark eyes narrowed. âYou gave me your word.â
âI know, and Iâll keep it.â Even though she knew her friend was wrong. Ceallach and her sons would want to know. They would want to be there for her.
âIâve rented a studio apartment in the same building as Morganâs Bookstore,â Elaine told her. âA place to go rest after my radiation. Iâve heard the treatment can make me tired. I can get myself back and forth to the clinic or whatever itâs called for that, but I will need help after the lumpectomy.â
Maya forced herself to chew the bite sheâd taken, but the sandwich had no flavor and she knew she wouldnât be able to get down much more.
âOf course. What can I do?â
âDrive me there, then bring me back to your place. Iâd like to stay the night.â
Because she would have had surgery, Maya thought. âCan you schedule for a Friday morning? We can say weâre having a girlsâ weekend. You wonât have to go home until Sunday. By then you should be feeling better.â
Elaine gave her a grateful smile. âThank you. They said the lumpectomy shouldnât take long.â
âHowever long it takes, Iâll be there.â
Maya was more than happy to take care of her friend, but she
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