I Promised My Son Forever—Then Cancer Made Me Count the Months

comes out, he closes Leo’s door carefully, like shutting it too loudly might wake the fragile illusion of normal.

In the kitchen, the stack of medical bills sits on the counter like an accusation.

We don’t talk about them out loud. Not around Leo. We just shuffle them, open them, close them, pretend we can control them by touching them.

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