Blythe's P.O.V.
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Cancer. Lung cancer. Only a few years to live.
How many are a few? Can we stretch that out somehow? Is there anything we can do? A lung transplant? Would that take the cancer away?
All these questions swirling my mind were making me spiral. By the time we walked up the porch steps of a little one-story house near the back of the property, I was a ball of nerves. I was wringing my hands, staring at the door. Karma was right beside me, watching me. I ignored him to my best ability.
Suddenly, Karma reached out to pull me into his arms again, but I took a step back, throwing my arms out to stop him.
"I have to pull myself together," I rushed out, looking into his eyes. "On my own. For Blaze. I don't want to make him fee
