With a click, the doors open, and a bunch of voices yell out, “Surprise!” My jaw drops. Hope and Jason, but also Stella’s friends, Mya and Camila, just back from Cabo, sit at a completely set table covered in a hospital sheet, white candles sitting on either end of it casting a warm glow on a basket filled with fresh bread and a perfectly chopped salad. There are even medicine cups with red-and-white Creon pills set in front of three seats at the table. I am completely stunned.
