Charlie Morgan's voice was quiet, but eerily grim...
Wilbert Morgan raised his head and stubbornly looked at Charlie Morgan, his hands inserted into the pockets of his sports jacket: "I'm just trying to help you, so you can see the person you've always wanted to see before you die..."
Wilbert's voice choked as he spoke, turning his head to look out the window... not wanting anyone to see his red eyes.
Grace Gordon's lips parted slightly, not expecting Wilbert Morgan to say such words.
In fact, Wilbert was no longer a child... He knew that the chances of his father surviving this time were not great, and he'd always known! How many people could live safely after a cancer recurrence?
Wilbert had secretly overheard doctors telling other patients that if there was no recurrence within five years, it was a good thing, but if it did recur... even the great immortals couldn't save them.
