Beyond His Savior's Touch

ndingly white, gleaming under a thousand spo

ter, stood on the stage, a prodigy, a savior.

, anyway. The reporters, t

nto this," someone whispered behind

on my stomach, a slight curve beneath the silk of my d

r the world, was aimed right at me. He was a tech genius who had pivoted to neuro-oncology the day the doc

two years. He built this lab, hired the best minds,

confidence. The crowd applauded wildly. "We have found the perfect subject. A young

on me, shining wit

e clusters of well-wishers. He smelled faintly of

w, a little too forceful. "She' s perfect. The tumor is almost a one-to-one match. Once the

the empty space in my head

eeling stiff. "That

mother' s name. I didn' t tell him that the perfume I smelled o

he days until I was cured, but the day

e refreshment table. She had kind eyes that didn'

oice a welcome anchor in the sea

adaches are worse. And the... g

test scans. The tumor wasn' t waiting for Ben' s miracl

to soften the blow. "We' ve discussed the options. Terminating the pregnancy could

m within. My decision was made the moment I felt that fir

voice firm. "That'

was a primal instinct, stronger than my fear of death,

spers again as I wal

t her. S

He moved heaven an

Ben by the door. I overheard his words. "I remember when you two first met. Y

ent sound. "She still is.

s project. His magnum opus. And he had found