22 August 2026

I called my family to say I had breast canc*r…

Megan’s expression hardened instantly. “Wow.”

“Wow?” I echoed.

She stood up. “You made your kid do this? That is unbelievably manipulative.”

I pushed the blanket off my lap, even though the room tilted when I moved too fast. “You walked into my house and asked a woman in chemo to risk her credit for a car you don’t need.”

“I do need a car.”

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