moment, we see no evidence of cancer.”
A laugh escaped me and turned into a sob before I could stop it. I covered my mouth, overwhelmed by eleven months of fear finally releasing all at once.
Beside me, Theo sat completely still with his hands clasped between his knees.
I turned toward him.
“You heard him, right?”
“I heard.”
There was no smile. No tears. He didn’t reach for my hand.
I told myself he was simply overwhelmed.
For nearly a year, cancer had controlled everything. Theo stopped working during
