r now but quiet did

ony for an hour, watching the waves, sipping tea. Dylan had sensed the shift. She didn't c

Dylan wasn't fee

isoning, or stress. But the headaches persisted

it first dur

e said softly.

. It was. Just ba

," he sai

t been fine

her look. Not anger. Not worry. Som

ing at night. Episodes of nausea. He had chalked it up to stress or father

pointment herself

chedul

r, the diag

e was too calm t

uspected viral infection left untreated. The source

ll

between them

g," the doctor said, gently.

n't hear

sitting beside him.

...

home wa

ke it

ed ever

didn't

he wasn't talking

ging the deeper illness:

cline wasn

Unforgiving

ruggled to button his shirts. Some days he couldn't grip

hysical was the look

kne

am

cognizable

ed him. Never br

a woman who had once loved him fully

thing ha

room now. Not in an

. Sat with him. To

e? It no lo

glowed.

hs p

new hubs - one in Ghana

ow on the c

r, Nia, beg

rted s

rld mo

lan di

he didn't speak at all. He stop

ke up gasping - sweati

n in and

e. "I don't want to die," he said,

. "But some things we p

d into h

se of the

he had lost before t

wheelchair, watching Amara speak at a gl

tions h

ht me that survival isn't always about fi

ns to Dylan,

t for the woman