He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

you freak out,” she said, sitting down, “I called Janice.”

Janice was a family attorney she used once during her own divorce, years ago, after a husband who thought maxing out a Bass Pro Shops card counted as a retirement plan.

I stared at the folder.

My mouth tasted metallic from the meds.

“I wasn’t planning on doing anything this fast.”

“I know,” she continue reading …