Chemotherapy hit Stella hard.
When even a few bites of food made her nauseous, Aaron tracked down renowned chefs and learned their recipes for her.
Whenever the weather cooperated, he pushed her wheelchair outside to let her soak up the afternoon sun.
For seven straight days, he barely left her side.
Yet during that entire week, I never reached out.
No calls. No texts. Nothing.
One morning, as he stood by the coffee station, Aaron found himself opening w******p again and again and again.
I had never stayed silent this long before.
Even after our ugliest fights, I had always been the first to give in.
Three days had always been my record.
But this time, the silence stretched on with no end in sight.
He refreshed the conversation repeatedly, but there was still nothing.
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