Meeting Sarah/A Jordan Knight FanFic (Completed)✔️

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

March

When everything changed.

Everything seemed perfect.

But not everything was as it seemed.

Sarah had been cancer–free for six months. She was stronger, the color in her cheeks was finally returning, and little stubbles were starting to form on her scalp.

I had my girls.

I had my family.

I had it all.

Until the rug was pulled out from under us.

I woke up on a sunny morning as I had done for the past few months to find Sarah peacefully sleeping. Mornings were still hard for her. The chemo lingered in her body, making it hard for her to awaken early enough to get Lyra to school. I rolled over and kissed her bare shoulder. Her soft snores were barely audible.

After I'd showered, I brewed a fresh pot of coffee and packed Lyra's lunch. Lyra's little feet stomped across the wood floor as she joined me in the kitchen. She'd dressed in her school uniform and carried her hairbrush for me. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head.

"Morning, princess." I walked over and cradled her in my arms. I would be heading off on tour in late June and I wanted to be there as much I could for them both.

Lyra giggled as I spun her around. Strolling into the guest bath, I sat her on the sink as I began to brush her hair. "Daddy, is Mommy still sleeping?" Her big eyes looked up at me through the mirror.

"Yes, sweetie, is everything okay?" I pulled her tendrils back into a ponytail.

Lyra took a deep breath and shook her head slowly. "Is Mommy always going to be tired?"

"No, soon she'll be strong again."

"When I'm sick, Mommy tells me she loves me and a few days later I feel better. Maybe if I tell her I love her more she'll get better, too." Her eyes were wide with hope.

I laced the hair tie around her hair and kissed the top of her head. "I think that's a great idea. Why don't we make Mommy a card after you get out of school today?" Lyra beamed up at me. "Now go eat your cereal. We don't want to be late."

I drove Lyra to school, walked her to class, kissed her goodbye and then headed straight home. I'd followed that same routine for months. Most days, when I walked through the door, Sarah would be sitting in the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee.

But it wasn't an ordinary day.

My keys dangled from my fingers as I strolled into the kitchen. To my surprise, Sarah wasn't sitting at the kitchen table. My gaze scanned the room. The coffee hadn't been touched.

A chill ran up my spine.

There was something wrong. I could feel it.

"Sarah?" I called out. I jogged up the stairs two at a time and pushed open our bedroom door. "Sarah?" I said softly. My voice was lodged in my throat.

The bed was empty.

"Sarah?"

My feet felt as if they were stuck in quicksand as I walked toward the bathroom and pushed the door ajar.

Her frail body was on the tile floor surrounded by a pool of blood.

"Sarah!" I cried and dove to her side. Turning her over slowly, I brought my face to hers. She was still breathing. I dug my free hand into my pocket and yanked out my cell phone. My fingers trembled as I dialed 9–1–1.