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

forgotten lunch.

It was empty. But not just empty—it was clean, like it had been washed and put back. Like it hadn’t held food in weeks.

Next to it was a box of saltine crackers. Store brand. The cheapest kind. Half the sleeve was gone.

“He stopped eating lunch,” she whispered to the darkness, the realization hitting her like a punch. “He told me he was continue reading …