Chapter 285. The Anniversary.
SEDONA
Dr. Mitchell's office still smelled the same way it always had, the specific clean, neutral scent of a clinic that had become, over the past year, less a place I feared and more a place I simply checked in with, the way you'd check in with an old friend who happened to keep careful records of your blood work.
"One year," she said, looking at my chart with the particular satisfaction she allowed herself on good days. "It's been exactly a year since your diagnosis, give or take a few days.
I hadn't fully registered the date until she said it. I'd been absorbed in the ordinary texture of my life lately. The tournament prep. Nick's summer reading list. The quiet accumulation of unremarkable good days. The anniversary had simply arrived without announcin
