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

worn like it had been taken in and out of the wallet a thousand times.

She pulled it out, and something fell from behind it, fluttering to the floor.

A photograph.

It was small, wallet-sized, and creased down the middle from being folded and unfolded. The corners were soft, the surface scratched. It was a picture of Bella, maybe five years old, sitting continue reading …