has this been online?”
“Six weeks,” Ethan whispered.
I scrolled.
There were updates.
Written by Ethan.
Not dramatic.
Not manipulative.
Simple.
Lily has treatment Tuesday. Her family has to drive far and miss work. I want them to have one less thing to worry about.
Another:
She doesn’t know I’m doing this. Please don’t message her about it because she already has enough going on.
My chest tightened.
Then I saw the number.
$28,460 raised.
I looked at Ethan.
Twenty-eight thousand dollars.
“You raised this?”
He nodded.
“How?”
“People