He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

he’d been blindsided by gossip. Like he was a victim of cruel small-town chatter.

But he’d already been talking to Human Resources.

Trying to manage it.

Trying to spin it before his boss heard the full story.

When he came downstairs toweling his hair, he saw me looking at the phone and snatched it up too fast.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said.

And I meant it.

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