His fingers moved again, weak but clear. He squeezed my hand once… very softly. It felt like the smallest touch, but also the strongest message.
I leaned closer, almost afraid to breathe.
“Li…” he tried to say.
That was all. Just two letters. My name, broken in half.
“I’m here,” I said quickly. “I’m here, Daniel. You don’t have to say anything.”
But his eyes told me he wanted to.
With all the strength he had left, he moved his hand again… pointing slightly toward the paper he had given me.
My heart started to race.
I opened the paper with shaking hands, my tears making the words blur. I had read it before… but now I looked closer.
“I fight against cancer. Can you help me with an amen?”
Below it… there was something else. Something I hadn’t noticed.
A second line. Faint. Almost invisible.
