s felt like pape

the diagnosis a heavy blan

voice weak, "just one mor

ng back tears, "

was supposed to be there, but hi

always busy, alwa

golden on the table, my father at t

e doorb

ans, an intern fr

ious, and ve

bilities," she announced, her vo

e went pale, hi

words sharp, aimed at Ma

gly, a storm in

ight, the ho

ion worsened rapid

ssed

k, his phone went st

th Jessic

wer until the

was flat,

gone,

pa

I'll try to get away fro

t ask ho

say he w

er's death, Mark's betrayal,