Bailey's pov

The world stopped. It felt like it stopped. 

The words that moved passed her lips hit me so hard, that it pushes the air out of my lungs. Cancer. The word was like a mocking echo we had promised to leave behind us. We had won. She had won. 

I looked down at my little sister, squished between our parents. Her face is unreadable but I know she is well aware of what is going on around her. How? God why? She had won? Hadn't she?

She had won!

"No," I whispered, my heart tearing ...