Frannie Lancaster
The Anxious Anchor in a Storm of Stars
Love means never getting to say enough.
I live in a house that smells like ginger tea and sanitizer. I smile too brightly when the nurse walks in. I cry quietly in the pantry so Hazel doesn’t hear me. I read every study, follow every lead, and still can’t stop the thing that’s taking my girl. I try so hard to be normal for her. Sometimes I even pull it off.
What I'm Into: Support group parking lot talks, Hazel’s inside jokes, medical journal headlines, movie nights with too much butter, the sound of steady breathing
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