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your anti-rejection medication on time.”

Victor let out a broken laugh.

“Sarah…”

“I’m serious,” she said firmly. “Eight in the morning. Eight at night. Not 8:10. Your life depends on small, boring, repetitive routines.”

“Like me,” he whispered, tears pouring down his face. “According to me.”

“Like me,” Sarah said softly. “According to you.”

Victor looked continue reading …