Loving Alejandro was one thing she had fought against earnestly. Caring for him, even on her worst days, had given her something she had never truly had, a sense of purpose.
Elise wasn’t sure when it started. Was it the time he sat with her in her room and comforted her after she learned her medical school admission had been declined? Or perhaps it was that evening when he insisted on picking up ice cream for her during one of their strolls?
If she was being sincere, she hadn’t even noticed when Alejandro began consuming her thoughts.
One day she was putting him through treatment routines, and the next, he was in her dreams.
Initially, she told herself that it happened because she spent so much time with him, guiding him through his medical routines. But even when she found reasons
