The trial nearly destroyed us.
Then one spring morning, the phone rang.
“It’s Dr. Samson… the results are clear. Joshua is in remission.”
I collapsed to my knees.
Two years later, our house is full of chaos—backpacks, crayons, soccer cleats.
Joshua tells the boys I’m the bravest person he knows.
I always answer the same way:
“Being brave isn’t staying quiet. It’s telling the truth before it’s too late.”
For so long, I believed Joshua wanted to give me a family so I wouldn’t be alone.
In the end, the truth nearly broke us.
But it was also the only thing that kept us alive.
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