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I LAUGHED HARSHLY. “You seriously expect me to believe that?”
“She has terminal breast cancer,” he said, his face grim. “Hell, she doesn’t even know about it yet.”
I felt sick to my stomach.
What if he was right?
“How do you know?” I asked.
“I tasted it.”
Imagining him sucking her blood made my stomach churn.
He went on. “If she becomes one of us, she’ll survive. If she doesn’t, she’ll more than likely not live to see another summer.”
His words made me dizzy. The thought of her dying broke my heart. “She could try chemo.”
Caleb shook his head. “No. It won’t work. It would be a waste of time. Plus, it would be a horrible experience for Anne. You don’t want that for your mother. I sure in the hell don’t.”
“Regardless, this wasn’t your decision to make. It was hers and hers alon
