“Don’t you dare walk away from me when I’m…”
“Yelling at me? Reminding me how sorry we should all be for you? Hating me for having a healthy…”
She stopped, raising a shocked hand to her mouth.
A heart. That’s what Josie meant. And the sad truth was, she was right. Helen hated every healthy person right now. Was that too much to allow her? She was forty-five and she didn’t anticipate seeing fifty.
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