I found myself coming to on a wooden park bench in Gabriel’s arms. He held me tightly while my strength returned.
Kelvin had warned me. It was stage three, crunch time in my body.
I didn’t know which held more apprehension for me: going on chemo and gearing up for a bone marrow transplant or feeling my strength eaten away from the inside.
You can let it win.
I’m okay, I told him, my voice was getting stronger. I was told to expect this.”
You are trying to do too much, Moo. Now you are talking about reopening a whole investigation.
I took a deep breath and nodded. I just need to be strong enough to see this through.”
We sat there for a while. I could feel the color in my face reviving, the strength in my limb returning. Gabriel hold me, cuddled me tenderly. We must have look like two
