Around us stood Wonder Woman, Batman, Spider-Man, and Captain America. Under the masks were doctors and nurses who had spent almost a year treating my seven-year-old daughter for cancer.
My daughter was already crying when Superman knelt beside her.
Alice wiped her cheeks and looked at me.
Dr. Malcolm rested one hand on the edge of her bed.
« There’s one part of today your mom doesn’t know about either. »
Everyone in that room seemed to know there was more coming except me.
My fingers tightened around the bedrail.
« What part? What’s happening? Is Alice okay? »
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