Six weeks went faster than I expected.
Eli finished his final infusion on a Thursday morning and Dr Osei sat across from me afterward with his file open and said the words I had been waiting three months to hear.
"His levels are responding," she said. "Consistently. I'm comfortable with travel."
I called my father from the car park.
He picked up on the first ring.
"When?" he said.
"Two weeks," I said. "I need to pack properly. Sort things here."
"I'll send the car," he said.
"I'll take the train," I said.
A pause.
"The train," he said.
"My son, my terms," I said.
"Okay then. The train," he agreed.
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Angela cried.
Not dramatically. Just quietly in the kitchen on the last morning while she made breakfast and thought I wasn't looking. I pretended not to see it because she wou
