Beyond His Savior's Touch

ilding a neuro-oncology center, a monument of science, all to sav

e not solely on me. Instead, they fixed on a perfect subject, a young woman whose tumor was

assistant, Chloe, in his lab coat, unbuttoned, in his office. He was already

d it: "The tumor isn' t waiting for Ben' s miracle drug. It' s eating away at you p

. I saw the texts: Chloe asking for her "reward," Ben telling her to "focus on the sci

in, was now sneaking off to be with his mistress. How could he be both my devoted husband

me. Fine. I would let him have his wish. But when I survived, the Sara