"Why would you say that?" Maura moves over to the bed. She takes a seat, on the bed, next to Allison. She grabs her hand. She holds Allison's hand, as she cries.

"I should have told you sooner," Allison answers.

Maura's eyes meet hers. She tucks a stray hair behind Allison's ear. Maura swallows hard.

"How long have you known?"

"I tried to ignore the signs. I tried to pretend that nothing was wrong. I waited too long. I..."

"We'll get through this," Maura promises.

"I'm not so sure. Did you see the x-rays?"

"What x-rays?"

"The ones that they did yesterday?"

"No," Maura shakes her head.

"You should look at them."

"What did your doctor say?"

"That it's back, worse than before."

"What do you mean, 'it's back,'?"

"I relapsed."

"Relapsed? That would mean..." Maura trails off.

"I was originally diagnosed when I was seventeen. I had treatment, and I thought that everything would be ok. They got it all."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I couldn't."

"Did they know?"

"Yes. I begged them not to tell you."

"That is why your hair was so short?"

"Yes," Allison nods, "I don't want to go through that again."

Maura hugs her closely. She pets Allison's long locks. She feels the tears trickling down her face. She lets go. She wipes the tears off of Allison's face. She forces herself to smile, at her daughter, through the tears.

"I'll be right back. I need to make a phone call, ok?"

"Ok," Allison nods.

Maura steps outside the room. She closes the door behind her, and leans against the wall. She pulls out her phone, and dials, furiously.

"Hello?" a voice on the other end, finally answers.

"What is going on?"

"Who is this?" the voice asks.

"This is Maura," Maura rolls her eyes.

"What do you mean, Maura?"

"Allison came to see me," Maura adds.

"Ok, and? Am I supposed to be surprised? She prefers spending her birthdays with you."

"That is not what I am talking about."

"I do not have any clue what you are talking about."

"Her ALL."

Constance doesn't respond.

"Hello? Are you still there?" Maura wonders.

"Yes, I'm still here. What were you saying?"

"Did you know?"

"Yes, I knew about the ALL. She begged me not to tell you."

"She's my daughter, and she was a minor."

"Legally, she is not your daughter," Constance reminds.

"I gave birth to her, she is my daughter," Maura rages.

"I am sorry. I should have told you. Why are you bringing this up? It was four years ago."

"Where were you? Were you with her, when she had her treatments?"

"No."

"No? Why not?"

"She is an independent girl, she doesn't need me."

"Did you ask her?"

"No."

"So you just assumed?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't think that she might need somebody?"

"I don't know."

"You should have called."

"I understand that you are angry, but it was four years ago, there is nothing I can do about it now."

"It's back," Maura responds.

"Oh."

"You honestly expect me to believe that you didn't know?"

"No, I didn't know. I had no idea. She rarely tells me anything. She's closer to you, she always has been. Is she alright?"

"No, she is not alright."

"Send her my love. I would love to talk about this some more, but I have some things that I need to attend to."

"Whoa! No. We're not done."

"Maura I am busy."

"She might die. Do you realize that? It's worse now than it was before. If we don't find her a donor, then she could die. And, you're too busy to be bothered? It is no wonder she is so angry, and resentful. You have never been there for her. You were supposed to be her mother, and you are too busy doing anything else, to be bothered, with her."

"I was done raising my child. You were raised."

"I was seventeen."

"You were raised. I did not want another child. One was enough. You were enough."

"I was more than you could handle?"

"I thought that it was best that you were an only child. I am not very good at being a mother, I can admit that. Then you had Allison, and your father... he always caves. He didn't want to see you get hurt."

"Where were you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Where were you, when I got pregnant? Where were you, when I was in the hospital having a baby, by myself? I was scared, and alone, and you were never there. You were never there for her, either. She has been alone her whole life."

"That is not my fault. You had her. You wanted her."

"You agreed to raise her."

"Maura I don't want to argue about this, any longer. You are giving me a headache."

"Good."

"I'll talk to you later."

"I expect that you will be on the next plane to Boston, from wherever you are."

"Or what?"

"Or don't expect to ever hear from me, again."

Constance hangs up, on that note.

Maura slips the phone back, into her pocket, she walks back into Allison's room. Before she can say, or do anything, her phone is ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Maura, it's Jane."

"What's going on?"

"Is Allison leaving the hospital, soon?"

"Yes, why?"

"Good, then you can take care of this."

"Take care of what?"

"My mother is going crazy."

"She's your mother. Why is it my job?"

"She broke out the calculator, and she's asking me all of these questions. I don't know what to say to her. What do you want me to tell her?"

"Don't tell her anything, I'll be home soon."