Lily looked worried.
He cried in the bathroom afterward, where he thought nobody could hear him.
“Is that okay?”
He knelt in front of her.
“It’s more than okay.”
He cried in the bathroom afterward, where he thought nobody could hear him.
Six months later, Lily started getting tired. Then she began waking with bruises neither of us could explain.
By the time Lily turned ten, she had spent more days in bed than outside.
The diagnosis came on a Thursday morning.
Leukemia.
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