Chapter 44 Mexico

Evening came, but sleep never did. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning with thoughts of my father. For the first time in years, he had hope. A real chance to be cured. The thought should have brought me peace, but instead, it filled me with worry. What if things didn’t go as planned? What if the treatment didn’t work? Or worse—what if Theo decided to take that hope away?