After Graham went to prison.Lily's reckoning came down on her like a hurricane.Without my funding, and without the targeted therapy keeping her disease in check.The rare illness inside her body broke through like a dam bursting. A total, catastrophic relapse.Mottled patches of blackish-purple ulcers began spreading across her skin.Deep inside her bones, a gnawing agony set in -- like being eaten alive by a million ants.To cling to whatever life she had left.She had no choice but to sign the induced-labor consent form herself, five months pregnant, belly and all.In a standard ward with no pain management, she endured the tearing, brutal agony and delivered a dead baby boy.That child -- her ultimate trump card, the one she'd used to claw her way up and to sicken me.In the end, it was nothing more than a mangled lump of medical waste, tossed into a yellow biohazard bag.She was evicted from that upscale apartment.Dragging her ulcerated, oozing body through the streets, she beca
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