Chapter 44 Mexico

• Evening came, but sleep never did. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning with thoughts of my father.
• For the first time in years, he had hope. A real chance to be cured. The thought should have brought me peace, but instead, it filled me with worry. What if things didn’t go as planned? What if the treatment didn’t work? Or worse—what if Theo decided to take that hope away?
• I sighed, turning on my side, trying to push the thoughts away. But it was useless. No matter how hard I tried, my mind kept going back to my father and everything he had been through.