My Dying Son’s Final Wish Was to Meet His Favorite Firefighters – But When We Arrived, the Captain Removed His Helmet and Said, ‘Ma’am, Before Your Son Comes Inside, There’s Something You Need to Know’

through this one. Fear had not carried Nick through a year of treatment. Doctors, nurses, and Nick himself had done that.

My phone had gone silent inside my purse.

“I’ve been avoiding his doctor,” I admitted. “I thought if I didn’t answer, I could give him one more good day.”

Ellis glanced toward Nick.

“Looks like he’s already having one.”

I watched my continue reading …