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The nurses later explained what Katie already knew. Her illness was advanced, her time measured in weeks, and her parents, overwhelmed and afraid, had signed custody away and disappeared. Katie still waited for them, still believed they were just delayed. That first night, Big John stayed. He sat beside her bed, draped his jacket gently over her legs, and hummed old songs until she slept. He missed his brother’s final moments down the hall, but he would later say he had been exactly where he was meant to be. Before dawn, Katie admitted her biggest fear was not what was happening to her body, but the thought of waking up alone. Big John promised her she wouldn’t. The next morning, he started making phone calls.
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