
Nathaniel had three days to live.
Cancer, they said.
It had begun in his stomach and was gallivanting up his esophagus at a harrowing speed.
“Fuggit!” he said, unable to say the ck. It hurt these days to say …
Nathaniel had three days to live.
Cancer, they said.
It had begun in his stomach and was gallivanting up his esophagus at a harrowing speed.
“Fuggit!” he said, unable to say the ck. It hurt these days to say …