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PROLOGUE
JADE
People always say that one moment can change your life forever.
For me, it wasn’t a moment as much as it was the words that were said.
Four words, to be exact.
Four simple words that shattered my life as I knew it.
The cancer is back.
After that, nothing was ever the same again.
CHAPTERONE
PRESCOTT
I mindlessly scroll through my social media, my leg bouncing up and down with nerves. I’ve been sitting here waiting for the better part of the last half an hour. Like seriously, why is this a thing? Aren’t appointments made to avoid this insanity? Apparently, the answer would be no.
I slide my finger over the screen, and dozens of photos of my friends during the summer break fill my feed. Beaches, mountains, parks, parties… You name it; they’ve done it.
The familiar image of Central Park pops up on my screen, I almost scrolled past it, but then I see her. Her back is to the camera, but it’s her. That dark hair is pulled up in a high ponytail revealing the graceful line of her neck. I trace my finger over the image, the temptation to click on her name almost overwhelming.
“Prescott Wentworth?”
My head snaps up instantly at the sound of my name. An older woman is looking around the waiting room at the handful of people sitting there. Locking my phone, I stand up.
“That’s me.”
The nurse smiles. “You can enter. The doctor will see you shortly.”
“Thanks,” I say, just as the deep voice behind me mutters: “It is about fucking time.”
Great, just what I needed.
The nurse’s smile falls instantly because, of course, he wasn’t trying to hide his disdain. Oh, no. Henry Wentworth wants everybody to know when he isn’t happy. Why should anybody else have a good day when he’s an unhappy son of a bitch.
The chair next to me creaks as he gets to his feet.
With an apologetic smile in the direction of the nurse, I make my way to the office. The moment the door closes behind us, I turn around to glare at my father. “Was that really necessary?”
“Of course it was!” Dad scowls at me, the vein in his forehead throbbing. “We’ve been waiting here for the past forty minutes.”
I pull out my chair. “Nobody asked you to come.”
That was not the right thing to say because his face turned beet red. “The last I checked, I’m still paying for your insurance, and you better remember that.”
Because how could I forget?
My fingers clench by my sides as I try to regain my composure and not blurt out what’s on the tip of my tongue. Thankfully, the door opens just then, and Dr. Stevens steps in.
“Hello, Prescott. It’s good to see you again.”
“It’d have been better if we were received thirty minutes ago,” Dad says, sitting down in his chair. “You know when our appointment was actually scheduled?”
Seriously?I glare at my dad, but he’s too busy scrolling through his phone.
