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

But his skin… his skin was burning up. She touched his cheek with her fingertips. It was clammy, slick with a cold sweat that smelled of iron and exhaust fumes and something else, something deeper and more frightening—the smell of a body shutting down.

“Daddy!” The scream finally tore out of her throat, raw and primal.

She grabbed him by the shoulders continue reading …