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

calloused hand in both of hers like she could anchor him to the world through sheer force of will. She looked at his fingernails. They were black, permanently stained with carbon and grease ground so deep into the nail beds that no amount of scrubbing would ever remove it. She used to hate looking at them at the dinner table. She used to tell him continue reading …