Camilla's POVA blizzard raged outside the RV, the howl of the wind loud enough to penetrate the walls.Behind me, the guide snapped irritably, "You have late-stage lung cancer, and you came all the way out here to see the northern lights? Aren't you afraid you'll freeze to death?"I gave him an apologetic look. But from the corner of my eye, I saw Antonio Miller sitting with Simona Weaver in the far corner of the RV, cupping her hands and blowing warm air over them.Apparently deciding that wasn't enough, he pressed her hands against his cheeks to warm them.Antonio's two men hovered around her as well. One held a mug of hot chocolate while the other carefully smoothed her hair into place.No one noticed me sitting alone in the corner.I had barely closed my eyes when Antonio's voice sounded beside me. "Camilla, why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?"A month ago, the moment I received my diagnosis, the first person I told was my boyfriend, Antonio. But Antonio hadn'
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