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“Actually…” Jake cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze. “Emma, we talked to the travel agency. Postponing or canceling would cost nearly the full amount. Basically, throwing money away.”

A cold shiver ran down Emma’s spine. “What are you suggesting?” Every word was a struggle, but she needed to understand what he was planning.

“The vacation is already paid for, honey. You focus on getting better,” Jake forced a smile, but it looked guilty. “The kids and I will go as planned. You need rest and treatment anyway… and, well, it wouldn’t be wise to waste all that money.”

Emma stared at them, unable to believe what she was hearing. She was lying there, half-paralyzed from a stroke, and they were about to leave for a luxury resort—a trip she had paid for with her savings.

When they left, chatting about which swimsuits to pack, Emma gazed out the hospital window for a long time, watching the lilac tree bloom in the courtyard…

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