Mag-log inI slowly closed my eyes and felt life leave my body.The crying around me faded farther and farther away.In the final second before darkness took everything, I said goodbye silently.Goodbye, everyone I love.I died.But somehow, I didn't disappear completely.My soul floated weightlessly above the hospital room.I watched Evelyn collapse over my body in despair.I watched Mom faint.I wanted to reach down and hold them, but my hands passed through everything.Later, I watched them bury me.My headstone read:Beloved Son, Evan SterlingI sat on top of my own grave and watched them stand in the rain in black clothes, unable to make themselves leave.Being dead was surprisingly boring.At least my stomach didn't hurt anymore.No more bitter medicine. No more needles. No more nights curled around pain.I simply stayed there and watched the sun rise and set.Evelyn came every week.She always brought white bellflowers—my favorite.She would sit in front of my grave for
The man was Mom's older brother, Richard Sterling—head of the Sterling family since grandfather had passed.My uncle.He walked to the bed and studied me in silence.I became so nervous I tried to sit straighter.He placed a hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me back against the pillows.Then he patted my shoulder once.His voice was deep and steady."Come home, Evan. Everyone's waiting for you."I froze.Those words meant more than an invitation.They meant the Sterling family had formally accepted me.I was no longer the unwanted boy drifting around.I belonged somewhere.My eyes burned as I nodded hard."Thank you, Uncle Richard."Dr. Collins and Evelyn pushed the trial further than anyone had expected, and my cancer gradually stabilized.It wasn't cured.But I had been given time.The day I was discharged, the sky was bright and clear.The Sterlings sent a car for me. Mom held my hand the entire ride and refused to let go.At the Sterling estate, I was given
Mom moved the towel out of reach."Don't move. Let me."She wiped my face carefully, inch by inch.When she was done, she dropped the towel into the basin and pulled a chair closer.We sat in silence for a long time.Then she spoke.Her voice was rough."Evan."I turned toward her.Suddenly, she bent forward and gripped my hand with both of hers.She started sobbing so hard she could barely breathe."I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."Her shoulders shook."I was wrong."For fifteen years, I had nightmares about you being beaten. Every night I saw that cellar, that house, those mountains... and you standing between me and him."She squeezed my hand."You were my own flesh and blood in that hell. You were the only light that kept me alive through those years."My heart twisted painfully at the sight of her breaking apart.I gathered what strength I had and squeezed back."Mom, I never blamed you."My voice shook."I only wanted you to have a good life. That was enough for me.
Once the drug entered my system, it felt as though someone were twisting a knife inside my stomach.Some nights, the pain made my whole body shake. Cold sweat soaked through my hospital gown.It hurt worse than any beating I had taken in the mountains.Whenever that happened, Evelyn sat beside me.She would rub her palms together until they were warm, then lay them gently over my stomach.The heat from her hands seeped into me little by little."If it gets too bad, bite me."She held her other hand near my mouth.I clenched my teeth and shook my head.I couldn't do that to her.One morning, Adrian came into the room behind Mom like an overly eager shadow.He was carrying a container of soup and staring at me with bright eyes."Hey, Evan. How are you feeling today?"It was the first time he had said my name without contempt in it.I froze.Warmth spread through my chest."Better."Mom sat nearby and watched us quietly, a faint smile on her face.Adrian leaned close and
My hospital room suddenly acquired two elite nutritionists and three private nurses rotating around the clock.Every meal was weighed to the gram. Every calorie and nutrient was calculated.If I so much as shifted under the blanket, someone immediately stepped forward to ask what I needed.I hated it.Back in the mountains, even clean water had been something I hauled from a well myself.I looked at the row of caregivers standing beside my bed and sighed."Please go outside. I want to be alone for a while."They exchanged nervous looks.No one moved.Mom sat on the sofa flipping rapidly through a stack of business documents without looking up."They're professionals. They know how to take care of you."I frowned as a dull ache stirred in my stomach."I don't need all this."Her hand stopped.She put the papers down and looked at me with stubborn determination."Yes, you do. Your body can't afford another mistake."We stared at each other.I knew arguing with her head-o
Darkness swallowed me.The sounds around me were muffled and chaotic, as though I were underwater.But through all of it, I heard one voice trembling with panic."Evan... Evan!"Mom.There was fear in her voice. Real fear. Enough to make it crack.I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt impossibly heavy.So she could panic over me after all.Footsteps rushed closer.Then I heard Evelyn."Move! Bring the crash cart!"Her usually steady voice was tight with urgency."Ms. Sterling, all of you need to step back. Do not interfere."Mom seemed about to say something, but Evelyn cut her off."He has advanced gastric cancer and he's hemorrhaging. If you delay us even another second, he could die."Everything went silent.I felt myself being lifted onto a gurney. The wheels rattled violently as they raced down the hall.Before my consciousness disappeared completely, I felt strangely calm.If I died now, maybe that wouldn't be so terrible.At least, in the last moment of







