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

blanket like he’s afraid if he lets go, I’ll disappear.

In the darkness, Mike whispers, “What if we did the trial?”

I close my eyes.

The question is a knife.

What if the trial works?

What if it buys me years?

What if I can actually be there?

But what if it doesn’t?

What if it steals the time Leo and I have left in exchange for suffering?

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