Tanya had less than 72 hours left to live.Dr. Graves repeated that twice over the phone.By the time I got to the hospital, the hallway was already packed with people.My mother stood at the front, her eyes so swollen they were barely slits."I'm asking you for the last time. Are you going to do the tests or not?""Has Jessica signed?"My mother slapped me.This time, she used all her strength.My ears rang.She pointed at me, trembling all over."From now on, you're no longer my son."My father stood behind her and didn't stop her.He just turned his face away in disappointment.My father-in-law then rushed up and punched me hard in the cheek.Harry Fischer held him back, but then grabbed my collar himself."I've known you for over 20 years. When Tanya was a baby, she had a fever, and you held her all night, refusing to let go. Now, she's about to die, but you're refusing to save her. What's gotten into you? Is she not your daughter anymore?"I pushed his hand away.
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