“Can… cancer?” Santiago stuttered. He placed his hands on her while his eyes darted over her body, trying to make sense of what she had just said.

“You… you have cancer, Nina?” His voice cracked as he staggered backward till he met the wall, then leaned back there, staring at her weakly.

“I’m dying… I’m dying and all you can think of is yourself, it’s always about you, Santiago.” She couldn’t control the tears anymore.

A deep cough erupted from her throat. She ...