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owed by an address. Sophia turns to me, her eyes wide with excitement. "M

ia, he is a gentleman. He doesn't have to

opening the glass door of the gallery and stepping out into the cool night

limb into the cab, I can't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. W

e one last look at the art gallery,

, I find myself holding my breath. The screen fills with articles about Adrian's success as an artist and his long h

ibutions to the art world are immeasurable. I can't help but feel a sense of awe as I read about his achievements.

, a chance to finally make a name for myself in the art world. But for now, all I can do is wait and

ut the fare. As I hand the money to the driver, I notice the redness on

ting to my hand. "It's not contagious," I snapped, a bit harsher than I intended.

are becoming more visible, a constant reminder of the battle I'm fighti

my reality dawning on me. I wonder if I'll ever be free fro

ne and dial Sophia's number. I need to talk to

up?" she asks, her voice cheerful. But then she hears my sobs on the other end o

said "it's the cancer it

l I'm coming right away," she

anage to say, my voi

coming," Sophia reassures m

relief. Sophia is coming. I'm not alone. As I wait for

ng a few pills. But as I'm about to take one, I break down in tears. Th

car horn outside. I rush to the window and see Sophia's car pu

ia, ever the rock, wraps her arms around me and says, "Yo, girl. I'm

kay," I manage to say, my voice barely a whisper. We both head inside, a

l," Sophia says, her vo

as I break down into tears again. Sop

y to fix this," Sophia says, determination i

No, girl," I say, shaking my head. "Adrian

million dollars deal, you treat yourself with it. Look at yourself, you aren't looking well. You need medicat

him making a million-d

t's a long shot, but it's the only shot I hav