The Distant Cartograph
The invoice from St. Jude’s Medical Center lay on the kitchen table, the paper crisp and cold under my fingertips, detailing the next phase of treatment for my sister, Clara. It was a document of arithmetic and ruin, listing chemotherapy regimens, hospital stays, and the mounting cost of keeping a body alive against its own decay. I signed the bottom line, the pen scratching against the paper,...
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