“No, Jason, listen to me. Sometimes hope isn’t what you need. This disease is going to kill me. I’m going to take it back, and I will die. Maybe not today or tomorrow. But I will. Sometimes you don’t need hope anymore.” Tears streaked Jason’s face. He rubbed at them with the back of his hand. “If we don’t need hope, Mads, what do we need?” “Courage,” she said. “I don’t need hope anymore, Jason. I know what’s coming. I need courage to face it.” He took her hand. “We’ll face it together.”
