Julian knelt on the floor, looking up at me.
Tears streamed down his face, and his tie was crooked, stripped of all his usual dignity.
"Tell me."
He spoke urgently, his voice trembling.
"Whatever it is, even if you want my life or the entire Foster Group, I'll give it to you!"
The surrounding doctors, nurses, and patients' families all watched the scene unfold.
I pulled a neatly folded card from my coat pocket.
It was from the very first batch of wish cards we had bought three years ago, with the number one hundred printed on the back.
I unfolded the card right in front of him.
There was only a single line of text on it.
As Julian read the words, his entire body instantly froze.
The card read: Leave Julian Foster and never see him again.
"Three years ago, at the hospital entran
