"You can ask for more if you want. You don't need to use cancer as an excuse to test me."I dug my nails into my palm, using every ounce of strength just to keep the tears from spilling harder.When Keith saw I wouldn't take it, he grabbed my hand and shoved the card into my icy palm."Don't be so greedy. I never forced you to give anything all these years." He paused, then said, "Just let me go. Please."-Every question I had prepared, every ounce of anger, got jammed in my throat by that single sentence.All that was left was humiliation.It was as if my love, and I myself, had both turned into cheap, disposable trash.I clenched the card tightly. Its sharp edges bit into my skin.I forced a smile and looked at him."Fine. We're even now."I held on to the last shred of dignity I had.He visibly relaxed, relief written all over his face."Throw away my stuff when you get back. None of it matters."He turned and walked toward that girl, his steps light, as if he had fin
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