Caleb’s treatments had drained everything we had. Mom worked nonstop: mornings at a grocery store and nights cleaning office buildings. I worked at the diner, taking every extra shift I could whenever I wasn’t in class.
Even then, it wasn’t enough.
Caleb’s treatments had drained everything.
« Dr. Patel wants to try a new treatment plan, » Mom said quietly.
« That’s good, right? »
The pause told me the rest.
« It’s expensive? » I asked.
She nodded.
Neither of us said anything for a moment. Then her eyes landed on the pile of unopened mail.
She picked up an envelope from the hospital and opened it before I could stop her.
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