Chapter 3: The Truth
And then she opened her mouth to tell me the truth about why she had been fighting this battle alone.
The words did not come out as a sob or a scream.
They came out in a whisper that seemed to evaporate into the fluorescent hum of the hospital.
“I was diagnosed with leukemia.”
Everything inside me went still.
I heard a cart rolling somewhere behind me.
A nurse speaking softly near the desk.
The distant beep of machines behind closed doors.
But all of it sounded far away.
“When?” I asked.
Emma swallowed.
“A few weeks after you left.”
The sentence landed between us with a cruelty I was not prepared for.
A few weeks.
While I was signing documents and telling myself we were both better off, she had been receiving news that would have made any person reach for the one hand they trusted most.
And I had not been there.
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