He Married Me Dying, Then His Lawyer Opened the Box

enough to notice. “I made a phone call. To admissions. Nothing improper with charts or records. I only made sure, when possible, that you were floated to oncology that week.”

For one long second I considered throwing the coffee mug at his head.

Instead I laughed again, that same ugly laugh from before.

“My God. I got ambushed by two old men.”

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