“We need to talk about your life.” Liam scrunched his forehead. “My life?” He wasn’t the one with cancer. Granda looked at his hand of dominoes, to the game, and back at his hand. “Actually, more like both of your lives.” “Me?” Kamilah asked. “My life is fine.” The emphasis she placed on the first word made it clear that she thought Liam’s was not. “My life is fine too,” Liam protested. All three of them looked away and stayed silent. “It is.” He doubled down. “It’s not,” Granda returned, picking a domino to play and smirking when Papo muttered a curse. “Neither one of your lives is what could
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