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"We should." Neither of them spoke for a moment. The street moved around them — a woman walking past with a pushchair, a black cab slowing for the junction at the end of the road, the ordinary Sunday afternoon of a city that had no interest in either of their problems. "This morning was a mistake," Sophie said. Clearly. Cleanly. The way she'd rehearsed it in the café while Theo was talking, the sentence she'd built while walking here. "I was — I got caught up in the moment, and the conversation, and I shouldn't have—"

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What is wrong with me? *****

This wasn't right. This wasn't right!

Something is off. Way off.

During the holiday, my husband and I attended a free health screening organized by our local community clinic. The doctors diagnosed me with late-stage lung cancer. But after a follow-up examination, I learned the truth—the hospital had mixed up the test samples. The one who actually had lung cancer was my husband. We had always had a loving marriage, so I rushed home in tears. On the way back, I had already made up my mind to use every cent of my savings to pay for his treatment. But the moment I reached the door, I heard our son's worried voice from inside. "Dad, it's already late-stage cancer. Treatment is just going to be a money pit." I was about to push the door open and tell them

Because sometimes, the right moments aren’t given. They’re stolen.

Something was wrong. Something was missing.