Her Betrayal, My Cancer, Our End
n. Maybe a year, if you respond we
ith as much compassion as he could, but there was no soften
ere white. She didn't say anything in the doctor's office. She just s
. She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor, burying her fa
weight in my chest. "Chloe," I whispere
y. Nothing was okay. But I
red and swollen. "No, it's n
ost more painful than my own. She wasn't
h and pulled out her phone. Her fingers tre
you doing?
h unshed tears. "She needs to know. She has to kno
w the desperate hope in Chloe's eyes and I couldn't bring myself to st
d put the phone on speaker. It
s voice was sharp, annoyed
voice steady. "I'm with Ethan. We just left the
f the line. I could hear the faint s
at have to do with
e's dying, Sarah! He has maybe a year left.
can watch him wither away? No, thank you. I've got my money. I've got my life to live
ne wen
k of disbelief and horror. The hope in he
her voice shaking with rage. "How
This time, they weren't just for me. They were tears of shame, of gu
he sobbed. "I'm so sorry
beyond any doubt, exactly who Sarah Jenkins was. She was a monster. And my plan, which had been a vague idea born of shock and