My parents refused to pay $85,000 to save my son…

Three months. My baby had three months unless I could find $85,000. I started a crowdfunding campaign that night, pouring my heart into the description, sharing photos of Ethan’s bright smile from before he got so sick.

Friends shared it. Teachers from my school donated. Even some of my students’ parents contributed.

But after two weeks, I had only raised $12,000. It was not even close to enough. Then came the phone call from Clare.

My sister’s voice was breathless with excitement. “Emily, I have the most amazing news. Jeffrey proposed.

We’re getting married.”

I tried to muster enthusiasm despite the heaviness in my chest. “That’s wonderful, Clare. Congratulations.”