I felt something inside me crack.“Dad,” I whispered, tears spilling freely now, “Lily is barely holding on. She could—she could pass away.”There was a pause.Then, cold as ice, he said,“She’ll be fine.”Fine.“As for you,” he continued, “you still have family responsibilities.” I sobbed.“Please. Can you and Mom come here? I—I need you. She needs you.”The…
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