Their Blinded Betrayal
a truck. "Sarah, the leukemia is too aggressive. The
in my bones, a coldness
R T-cell therapy program,
, but by my own f
, her "persistent post-viral fatigue" that always se
nd, and my parents, Mark and Carol, had pulled strings, used their money. The spot that
e in my mouth. My la
?" I asked, m
gently. "We can manage the
ids, potent painkillers. A c
e needles and sickness for nothi
ou a temporary boost of energy, a sense of well-being.
countdown. Fine. It was m
er me, a dangerous quiet. The pain in my joints dulled, a fo
se later that day. Jessie
fing a pillow for Jessie, who was draped o
her voice tight. She always sounde
, brittle smile on my face. The steroids
more color," Dad mumbl
. it' s just dreadful. The doctors at the new wing are hopeful, though. They s
lickered towards me, a tin
said, keeping my voice even. Dr. Albright, the pioneer,
sie said, her voice breathy. "He said my case
arned. "Jessie needs suppor
a dry, humorless sound. "R
g. Like I was the one bein
settled heavy in my ch
red. The fight had gone out o
he Reading Nook," my little bookstore. My pas
voice strangely light
at me, surprised
doing really well online. And 'The R
a little, her
ave them," I sai
ped. Da
dened. "Sarah...
r business than me. And you' ll need something to ke
detached sort of peace, like watc
essie stammered, a flush rising on her ch
told her. "
ou," Dad said, a note of approval in
shows real maturity. Thinking of Jessie, being so
y my life's work to the person who
l, only when I bent to Jessie's will, was a song I'd heard my whole life.
e house I still shared with Da
Ethan, my ten-year-
close to his, laughing. David was leaning against the counte
ood at being a father, good at domestic things
happy family life. I wa
ed with chocolate. "Mom! Jessie
" I said, my voice hol
. "He's a nat
t me. His smile faded
. I
unsaid. My alienation was a
etired early" due to a "sudden dizzy spell
fting his weight from
, his voice low.
knew what
ealth is a big concern. She needs a
.. maybe it would be best for everyo
ryone. And I could... I could fully support Jessie through h
dness. A solution for
another casualty fo
t it was distant, like an echo. The
man I had loved, the fathe
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