I Skipped My Heart Medication To Buy Her A Prom Dress—And Paid The Price

saw the letter. The one from Ohio. I saw the crackers. I saw your journal. I saw… everything. I know what you did.”

She squeezed his hand desperately, willing him to squeeze back. There was nothing. Just cold, limp fingers.

“I didn’t know,” she sobbed, burying her face in the mattress next to his hip, her shoulders shaking. “I thought you were just… continue reading …