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We all look at each other. It’s still too early to celebrate, so we hold our breath and just look at the doctor with anticipation.

“Please say what it is, doc!” Sophia says, exasperated.

“Alright,” the doctor starts. “Mrs. Andrews, you were scheduled to go home for hospice care next week, right?”

“Right,” mom says, her eyes still wide and looking nervous.

“So,” the doctor says. “After the latest round of chemotherapy we discovered something new. You know the intent of chemo is to try and see if the cancer doesn’t evolve, or best-case scenario, goes into remission. Even 0% remission is a good thing, and that’s all we’ve been achieving with you so far.”

Gabby puts both hands in front of her mouth. “Oh, God, is this what I think it is?”

“You had 40% remission, Cora!” The doctor celebrates with us.

Mom and I, the two cry-babies of the family, start shedding tears immediately. I struggle to get my turn hugging mom because Sophia and Gabby are in front of me.

“This is the best news ever, doctor!” I go hug her after hugging mom.

“I still miss Doctor Crichton, but you are nice too, Doctor Brookes,” mom says, unaware of her rudeness, but that’s just the way she is.

Doctor Brookes doesn’t take it badly, though. Instead, she just smiles at mom, a bit teary-eyed too.

“You will go home, get strong, then come back here for more chemo, okay?” Brookes says. “In less time than you know, you won’t even be seeing me anymore!”

“I’ll put you on the Christmas card list,” mom says, looking at the doctor with a beautiful and grateful smile.

“Alright, now Mrs. Andrews, you need to rest. Who is staying with her tonight?” the doctor asks.

“I am!” I say, cheerful.

“Good!” she smiles. “I’m heading out, but let the nurse know if you need anything.”

The doctor leaves the room, and after a few more goodbyes, Gabby and Sophia follow suit. Mom goes back to watching her show, still smiling from ear to ear. I am left alone with my thoughts about the choices I have to make and wondering what the future holds.

“Mind if I call Logan, mom?” I ask, hand on my phone.

Chapter Twenty

LOGAN

Jake,Jefferson,andIare gathered after hours in one of the most famous Japanese restaurants in Manhattan.

But our client is late, and we are all getting impatient.

I warned Carol this morning she would be working overtime. I hate to be working so late like this, but this guy may bring us some opportunities for sales abroad, and we just can’t miss this opportunity.

“Can we order already?” I say, exasperated.

“Logan, come on,” Jake says. “You have better manners than that.”

“I’ll try to call Mr. Tada again,” Jefferson sighs, taking his phone out and leaving the table for the restaurant’s lobby.

I rub my temples and Jake pats my back, friendly as always. Just a few weeks ago, I would be telling him to go to hell, but now I can appreciate that he’s just trying to ease my stress.

“Half an hour late, and not even a phone call, Jake. Where arehismanners,” I turn to him.

“He’s the client, boss,” he says with a shrug,

I sip my drink, a cocktail made from soju, lime juice, and Coke, and look around at the ambiance of the place. The decoration is clean, with a few elements giving it an eastern feel. The staff wear black kimonos with a modern cut, and the tables are packed to the brim with snob elites of the New York lifestyle.

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