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His fury collapsed into shock and guilt; he dropped the phone and whispered, “Is this some kind of a joke?”
Tyler didn’t bother trying to process what my sister said; he just left the apartment, keys shaking in his hand.
He sat beside me and held my hand. I hated the feel of his hand in mine, but I was too weak to say anything.
“I didn’t know,” he whispered. “I didn’t know you were this sick.”
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