Ninety Eight

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(Tyler)
"The adoption organization." My stomach drops and ties instead into knots at those three words. I look out the window then back to Josh, who's driving, hoping he sees me silently pleading him to continue.
"They have a little girl, Ruby, she's three. I told them that I need to talk to you before we make a decision due to some recent events."
"Like my dying of cancer?" I squeak out. This causes Josh to turn pale and grip the wheel till his knuckles fall white as we pull into the treatment center.
"You're not going to die Tyler." He huffs out before helping me out of the car.

Cancer (Joshler) Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora