She swallowed. “When I’m gone… please don’t tell him I contacted you because I was dying.”
I stared at her. “Why?”
“Because he’d feel guilty,” she said. “Like he failed me. And he didn’t. He gave me the greatest gift of my life.”
She squeezed my hand weakly. “Promise me you’ll protect him the way he protected you.”
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