I spent my life savings on the one thing that would make Sarah happiest. The lake house where she grew up. The place she called home. But she left me three weeks before our wedding, without even knowing what I’d bought for her.

Growing up in Millbrook felt like living in two different worlds, even though Sarah and I went to the same high school.

She was the girl who lived in the big house by the lake with her grandparents, while I was the kid from the trailer park on the other side of town.

We knew each other’s names, shared a few classes, but never really talked.

“You remember Sarah from high school?” my mom asked me during one of our phone calls. I was living in Chicago then, working 60-hour weeks at a marketing firm. “She’s working at the hospital now. Such a sweet girl.”

I hadn’t thought about Sarah in years. Not until I came home when Dad got his cancer diagnosis.

When Mom told me about Dad’s pancreatic cancer, I just dropped everything and drove eight hours to be with them.

The chemo treatments were brutal. Dad would sit in that chair for hours, hooked up to machines, trying to smile when I cracked jokes.

That’s where I saw her again. Sarah was working as a nurse in the oncology ward.

“Liam?” she said, looking up from Dad’s chart. “I can’t believe it’s you.”

She looked exactly the same, just older. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had these kind eyes that I remembered from high school.

“Small world,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Or small town, I guess.”

“How’s your dad doing?” she asked, checking his IV line.

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