“When I’m gone, I want you to live a beautiful, long life. Fall in love again. You’re not too old to have another child. Live and be happy.” Dad’s eyes snap to mine with so much anger, then he cries, “Stop talking like that. I’m not letting you die, and I sure as fuck don’t want other kids. I want you, Skylar. You’re my daughter, and no one can take your place.”
