The next part changes everything.

him.

His fingers felt so small in mine.

“I’m here now,” I said quietly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He nodded gently, like that was enough

Like my presence alone fixed everything.

I looked up at my husband.

He stood by the door, watching us, too tired to even hope.

“It’s not too late to start the transplant, right?” I asked.

For a moment he didn’t answer.

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