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knew what this meant. Despite everything from plane crashes to parents dying, we hadn’t been tested like this. Not yet at least. We were about to find out just how far we could be tested before we broke.
    Right then, staring at my wife as a tear slipped down her cheek, her eyes already taking on a sense of regret, I knew then I’d do anything, fight harder than she ever thought possible to save her.
    I had to.
    Jumping out of my chair, I paced the small room, running my hands through my hair in total frustration.
    “No.” I shook my head violently back and forth. “That’s not good enough. We need to do something now. Right now. Call someone.” The unevenness in my voice echoed through the room, settled in my head, a reminder of the fragile edge I was hanging onto.
    I faced the doctor, my fists clenching, rage boiling below the surface. “I mean what fucking good are you if you can’t help us? What kind of goddamn doctor are you to sit here and tell us to wait? She has cancer, not some goddamn hangnail!” Sway looked at me in horror, her hand covering her mouth, but I was too far gone. There was no turning back for me.
    With what resembled an entire body shake, my rage was almost overwhelming. Turning toward the chair I had been sitting in just moments ago, I kicked it across the room before I turned and punched the wall holding all of his useless fucking diplomas. Pieces of paper that didn’t mean shit when it came down to it because all he could tell us to do was wait.
    “FUCK!” I screamed as I rushed out of the office and down the hallway toward the exit. I didn’t even know where I was going, just that I couldn’t breathe, and I had to get out.
    “Jameson!” The desperation in Sway’s voice stopped me in my tracks. When I glanced at her, because I couldn’t ignore the tone of her voice, I gasped. Shit. How much of a selfish bastard can I be? I was losing my mind, yelling and kicking chairs, when it was her that should be falling apart.
    I took a minute to catch my breath, and when I turned around seeing the look of devastation in her eyes, it hit me right in the chest like a hammer. Tears steadily streamed down her cheeks. It was all I could do to get to her fast enough to wrap her in my arms and hold her tight. “I’m so sorry, honey.” I couldn’t hold her tight enough as I kissed her forehead.
    “It’s okay. I get it. It’s a lot to take in.” She drew back, examining my face. Raising my hand, I went to brush my palm over her cheek. Only it was bleeding so I dropped to my side. “I actually would have been worried if you didn’t punch something.” A sad smile took over, wiping away the tears from her cheeks. “Let’s just go home and we can talk about things then.”
     

    ONCE WE WERE back in the truck, the ride home was long. Neither of us said a word. I was looking ahead holding onto the steering wheel so hard I could have sworn it started to bend, and Sway sat with her hands in her lap staring out the window. I would turn to look at her every few minutes, and it was obvious she wasn’t actually looking at anything. She was lost in her own thoughts.
    I couldn’t imagine what must have been going through her mind. I knew being diagnosed with the same disease that robbed her of her mother at such a young age was one of her greatest fears.
    Pulling into our driveway, I noticed everyone seemed to be enjoying our house when we weren’t even fucking around. Parked in the driveway were Tommy’s Firebird and Willie’s truck, which was the last fucking thing I needed.
    Throwing the truck into park, I was ready to storm into the house and tell them to get the fuck out. Only Sway grabbed my hand and my attention.
    “Leave them. It’ll be nice to have a distraction,” she told me looking out the window toward the house.
    She was right. With them in there, more than likely it would be entertaining.
    Taking a deep breath, I eased back into my seat and shut the door. “Are we gonna tell