My Mother Chose a Man Over Me and Left Me Homeless as a Child—Fifteen Years Later, She Came Back Begging for Forgiveness

IV: THE DIAGNOSIS

I opened the envelope alone.

Inside was a medical report.

My hands started shaking before I even read it properly.

Stage Four Pancreatic Cancer.

Six weeks.

Maybe less.

The world tilted.

Suddenly, nothing I had said mattered anymore.

The anger.

The distance.

The years.

Everything collapsed into one unbearable truth.

I ran.

Down the street.

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