Chapter 6 - My Cancer Was Suddenly Getting Worse, but Lucy Refused to Let Me Give UpSamuel reviewed my scans.
His expression was grim.
“The cancer is progressing.”
“How long?”
“Without treatment?”
He hesitated.
“Less than thirty days.”
I nodded.
“And with treatment?”
“We don't know.”
The experimental treatment was dangerous.
But Lucy was waiting for me at home.
She had a new bedroom.
A new school uniform.
A new collection of books.
She had started calling the mansion home.
And she had started calling me Dad.
The first time she said it, I couldn't answer.
“Dad?”
I looked at her.
“What?”
“Can I have ice cream?”
I laughed.
“Yes.”
She smiled.
“Thanks, Dad.”
I walked into my office afterward and cried.
I didn't want to die.
I wanted to watch her grow up.
I wanted to see her graduate.
I wanted to embarrass her at her wedding.
I wanted to complain when she drove too fast.
I wanted everything.
Samuel began treatment immediately.
The first week was brutal.
I couldn't eat.
I couldn't sleep.
Lucy sat beside me.
“Are you scared?”
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
She held my hand.
“But we're together.”
I smiled.
“Yeah.”
Then one afternoon, Ethan came to the mansion.
He looked different.
Smaller.
Broken.
He placed a file on my desk.
“I found the people responsible.”
I opened it.
Names.
Bank records.
Phone numbers.
Photographs.
The man who had ordered the truck attack was still alive.
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And he had one final target.
Lucy.
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