You caught him leaning over the bathroom sink again both hands gripping porcelain like it might hold him together"It’s just back pain"he mumbled"Too many late nights painting the crib."But his eyes were sunken. His skin, pale and just a little off. A week later, the bloodwork came back.He held the envelope in one hand, your ultrasound picture in the other.Then he said it with a smile so soft it nearly broke you"So, it's cancer, that's what's wrong with me"
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