He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

Allison instead of my son?”

I smiled sadly into the phone.

“You should ask Marcus.”

Three weeks later, he showed up outside the cancer center carrying grocery-store flowers, still wearing his office clothes with his tie loosened around his neck.

“Natalie…”

I kept walking.

He hurried after me.

“Please. I don’t know what’s happening anymore.”

I finally stopped continue reading …