him. My youth, my own dreams, the approval of my parents. They had never liked Liam, had seen the selfishne
edge of town. It was the kind of place my father used to frequent, dark and smelling of stale beer and
oda when a voice cut t
of place in his simple button-down shirt, a
oing here?" I a
a loud jukebox," he said with a small sm
I told him everything. The nine years with Liam, the constant cheating, the
e ash. "The good treatment. The kind that might actually save me. Liam
ever wavering. When I was done, a
oice gentle. "Foundations, grants. But you have
hum of the engine. He pulled up to my house ju
ndercloud of rage. He had seen
the hell is this?" he roared, his eyes wild. He g
" I said, tryin
gaze flicking to Dr. Cole, who was now out of hi
r, Liam. He was giv
ole sickness thing, aren't you? A pathetic
cked the air out of my lungs. "I have leukemia, you son of a bi