One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

what Margaret thought about her treatment?” he asked.

Christina didn’t answer.

He continued anyway.

“She knew there was a chance it wouldn’t cure her.”

My throat tightened.

“She told me something once. She said treatment doesn’t always buy a cure.”

He paused.

“Sometimes it buys time.”

I closed my eyes.

“And she believed time still mattered.”

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