Grace White's POV:
The doctor said I had less than a month left.
My mind was remarkably calm as I thanked the doctor and walked out of the hospital.
My phone was still flooded with over ninety-nine unread messages. Ever since I left Lily with Arthur, he had been messaging me nonstop. He kept urging me to take our daughter back, begging me to hold on just a little longer, and even sending voice notes of Lily calling for me in her sweet, soft voice, trying to pull at my heartstrings.
Forcing down the ache in my chest, I put away my phone and hailed a cab.
To my surprise, a brand-new Porsche pulled up right in front of me.
The window rolled down to reveal a familiar face.
"How much longer do you have?" Clara asked with a sweet smile.
I said nothing.
Clara's smile faltered, and she le
