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Savannah
July 22, 2017
“I’m fine, girls,” Gran said. “You don’t need to worry.”
Lila and I shared a glance. We’d known each other long enough that we almost had the same twin ESP I had with Maddox. Gran was not okay. That was abundantly clear.
She was in the hospital. The doctor had said early stages of lymphoma. But they were still doing tests to determine what it was and how virulent. Regardless, she was weak. She was hooked up to oxygen and coughing around most of her words. She’d always looked so strong and resilient in my eyes. And right now, she looked so frail. It was the first time I’d ever wished that I’d gone into medicine and not neuroscience. Then, I could have helped her myself. Instead, I was the wrong kind of doctor.
“Stop worrying. Both of you,” she insisted. “You
