Until something did.
A rare cancer. Aggressive. Treatment must begin immediately.
The world didn’t explode.
It just… folded inward.
Chemo stole Jenna’s energy first.
Her hair next.
Her laughter soon after.
The bubbly girl who once danced in grocery store aisles now lived in a world of needles, nausea, and exhaustion so deep it felt like drowning. She stopped making plans. She stopped imagining the future at all. Her voice, once bright, dimmed into something small and tired.
Alex stayed by her through every treatment, but he watched helplessly as she drifted further away—not just physically, but emotionally. She was losing hope, and he feared she would stop fighting long before her body did.
He needed to give her something the cancer couldn’t touch.
And he knew exactly where to start.
