Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“I’ve wrestled with whether to share this truth for years,” the surgeon posted online. “Every

time I came close, I remembered her pleading with us to keep her secret.”

“Had I known she was struggling so much… God, I should have spoken up sooner.”

The news that I’d given Alexander my heart exploded across social media, but I was oblivious in my little sanctuary.

I was picking up fresh produce at the local market when I saw the van coming. Then everything went dark.

I woke up to Rachel’s tear–stained face. She’d made peace with my terminal diagnosis, but

this senseless violence was too much.

The door flew open. Alexander stood there, chest heaving, clothes disheveled, hands bloody from presumably punching walls. His fingers trembled as he held up my medical file.

tell me?” His voice

me feel strangely hollow. I just

now.

never seen before. “I’ll find the best specialists, call in every

died in my throat. I managed a

me home – not to my apartment, but to the

we were still newlyweds. One afternoon, watching him pull weeds from the garden, I

like you playing nurse.”

her. All that matters is finding

14:50

whoever tried to

then how dangerous those words were.

the country came through. Millions in treatments bought me time, but my rare blood type made finding a donor

matching blood type had seemed like destiny. Maybe it

found a match. Before I could ask questions, I felt the

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