Miles’ POV
“You have cancer?” My voice trembled, the words clawing their way out of my throat like a nightmare I wasn’t ready to believe.
“Yes, Miles.” Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “I have cancer.”
Tears welled in her eyes, and she struggled to steady her breath. “This… this is what I get for all the things I’ve done. I wasn’t a good sister, or a good daughter. I didn’t even show up for Grandpa’s funeral.” Her voice broke, and tears slipped down her cheeks like rain from a broken sky. “I’m the worst. I deserve this.”
I stood there, frozen. My thoughts raced, but my body refused to move. What could I even say?
“I want to spend whatever time I have left repenting,” she continued, each word soaked in pain. “I want to right the wrongs I’ve caused… it’s the only way my soul c
