The next morning, Dr. Peterson came in. "Good news," he said. "Your latest scans show the cancer is responding to treatment. We might be able to get you into remission." "Really?" "Yes. But you need to continue treatment for at least six more months." Six more months. Six more months of being sick. Six more months of fighting. Six more months of being afraid. "Okay," I said. "I'll do it." "Good. We'll start you on a stronger dose this week." After Dr. Peterson left, I looked at Daniel. "Did you hear that? I might survive this." "I told you. You're a fighter." "But what if Blake finds me before I finish treatment? What if he kills me before I have a chance to beat the cancer?" "That's not going to happen." "You don't know that." Dan
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