Twelve years passed.
Then came the collapse.
It happened at a business luncheon. One moment Andrew was joking with colleagues over steak and wine, the next he was doubled over in pain. He was rushed to the hospital, and within a week, the diagnosis came: advanced liver cancer. Aggressive. Inoperable.
Grace remembered the moment clearly. The doctor’s words floated in the sterile white room like confetti falling in slow motion. She heard them, but didn’t react. Just nodded and asked, “What do we do next?”
