lying.”
He pulled me into his arms.
“We’re going to need that imaginary fortune.”
For several weeks, we allowed ourselves to imagine the future.
A bigger bedroom.
A new car eventually.
Two children growing up together.
Jack teaching them to ride bicycles in the driveway.
Sunday breakfasts crowded with cereal bowls and sticky fingers.
Then the doctor found something unusual during a routine examination.
And our future began to change.
Chapter Two: The Diagnosis That Took Everything From Us
Jack had been feeling tired for months.
At first, we blamed
