A carefully guarded secret
In the following weeks, Mark began requesting private consultations with his doctor. Once, twice, three times. Sally didn’t understand. They had never kept secrets from each other… She finally asked him directly.
— *What’s the secret?* — *Trust me, Sally.*
And she did it. She trusted him to the very end.
Mark left on a rainy Tuesday, Sally’s hand in his. After the forms, the signatures, the repeated condolences she’d uttered, she wanted to go home alone. That’s when the doctor ran after her down the long corridor. The envelope. His name. And that message that would change everything.
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