THE DOCTORS GAVE TEN DAYS OF LIFE TO MY SIX-YEAR-OLD TWINS — THEN A WOMAN WITHOUT MONEY APPEARED IN MY MANSION WITH THE NECKLACE MY DEAD WIFE WAS WEARING WHEN SHE WAS BURIED
Doctors gave ten days to live my six-year-old twins and, for the first time, every dollar, every weapon and every ounce of power related to my name did not mean absolutely swimming.
Then a penniless woman appeared in front of my property in Chicago and refused to leave.
When he told my security chief that he knew my children were dying, I found out that he had been carrying something that had belonged to my dead wife.
My name is Lawson Mercer.
Dr. Franklin Yates was by my side while Jonah and Blythe slept behind the glass.
Their bodies seemed impossibly small under the blankets.
“We are exhausting everything their bodies can tolerate
he said.
How long?
Franklin was slow to respond.
Maybe ten days.
The leukemia had already removed their hair.
The appetite.
The laughter.
Now I wanted to take everything else away.
Jonah later opened his eyes.
“Dad?
I’m here.
Blythe got my hand.
“Dad, if I go first, can Jonah come with me?”
