He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

said it exactly like that.”

He ran a hand through his hair, started pacing the same three feet between the island and the sink.

“I was scared, okay? Jesus. Everybody’s acting like I’m some villain because I didn’t handle it perfect.”

Allison gave a short laugh. “Perfect wasn’t on the table, Marcus.”

He pointed at her. “This is you. You’ve been in her ear continue reading …