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What We Bear

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The storm outside matched the one inside Sarah's chest. lightning fractured the sky, illuminating David's silhouette on the balcony, his thinning hair wild in the wind. Three months since she'd found the texts. Three months of silence, of sleeping in the guest room, of bearing the weight of something unsaid between them.

"I got the biopsy results," David said, not turning around. His voice carried that terrible calm she'd learned to dread.

Sarah's fingers went cold. "And?"

"Stage three. The bear." He let out a short, dark laugh. "I always said I'd be the one to go first. Couldn't bear to leave you behind, could I?"

The word hung between them—the bear they'd been carrying for twenty years, through his mother's dementia, her miscarriage, the recession that nearly took their home. They'd borne it all together. This was different. This was final.

She stepped onto the balcony, rain misting her face. "You're going to fight it."

"Maybe." Another flash of lightning, closer this time. The storm was moving in. "But Sarah—there's something you need to know. About those messages."

Her stomach tightened. "I don't want to hear about her."

"It wasn't an affair." He turned then, and she saw his face—gaunt, exhausted, but steady. "I was hiring a private investigator. On myself."

"What?"

"After the first scan. Before we knew what it was." His voice cracked. "I needed someone to find you, Sarah. Someone to make sure you'd be okay when I wasn't here to bear it anymore. The messages were about setting up a trust. About finding you help."

The rain began in earnest, but neither moved. Sarah thought about all the ways she'd hated him these past months. All the scenarios she'd constructed, each one more cruel than the last. None of them had included this—that he'd been carrying his own bear while she sharpened hers.

"You idiot," she whispered, and he laughed, really laughed this time, as she reached for his hand.

"Yeah," he said. "But I'm your idiot."

Behind them, lightning struck, and for a moment, everything was illuminated.