She gave me a weak smile and asked, “Does this mean Dad will finally believe I was telling the truth about being sick?”

Her innocent question put a painful lump in my throat, but I kept my voice even and kissed her warm temple.

“You were telling the truth from the very first day, Paige, and you will never have to prove your pain to anybody ever again.”

PART 9

The day of the surgery started with the sound of wheels rolling over shiny linoleum.

A transporter came to get Paige while the dawn was still gray outside the window.