The next part changes everything.

on his thin face.

“I knew you’d come,” he said weakly.

My heart cracked.

“You always come back.”

That hurt.

Because I hadn’t.

Not when he first got sick.

Not when the doctors said the leukemia was aggressive.

Not when they told us we didn’t have time to waste.

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