He stood at the door, not knowing how he’d tell her about his lump today. He was greeted with a note: I’m pregnant with his child, Jack. I’m taking Simba with me. I’m sorry. -Jil.
She received a copy of his will 20 days later. Simba got everything.
Her phone rang and an hour later she was at the hospital. She looked into the room and shed a tear for the last time. As she walked away from the deafening sound of the EKG flatlining, she whispered to herself, “Happy birthday, orphan.” #140fiction
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