She reached for the pile of clothes on the counter and began dressing. She’d chosen a pretty pink cashmere V-neck sweater—a Christmas present from the kids last year—and a worn, soft-as-lambskin pair of Levi’s. Then she brushed her hair, pulled it away from her face and made a ponytail. She even put on some makeup. It was important that she look healthy for what was to come. When there was nothing else she could do, she left the bathroom and went into her bedroom.

Johnny, who’d been seated on the end of the bed, stood quickly and turned to her. She could see how hard he was trying to be strong. Already his eyes were bright.

It should have made her cry, too, that shiny evidence of his love and fear, but somehow it made her stronger. “I have cancer,” she said.

He already knew it, of course. The past few days, spent waiting for the test results, had been agonizing. Last night they’d finally gotten the doctor’s call. They’d held hands while she gave them the information, assuring each other before she spoke that it would be fine. But it hadn’t been fine; not even close to fine.

I’m sorry, Kate . . . stage four . . . inflammatory breast cancer . . . aggressive . . . already spread . . .

At first Kate had been furious—she’d always done everything right, looked for lumps, gotten her mammograms—and then the fear set in.

Johnny took it even harder than she did, and she saw quickly that she needed to be strong for him. Last night, they’d lain awake all night, holding each other, crying, praying, promising each other they’d get through it. Now, though, she wondered how they’d do it.

She went to him. He curled his arms around her and held her as tightly as he could, and still it wasn’t close enough.

“I have to tell them.”

“We have to.” He stepped back slightly, loosened his hold just enough to look down at her. “Nothing will change. Remember that.”

“Are you kidding? They’re going to take away my breasts.” Her voice caught on that; fear was a crack in the road that tripped her up. “Then they’ll poison and burn me. And all that is supposed to be the good news.”

He stared down at her, and the love in his eyes was the most beautiful, heart-wrenching thing she’d ever seen. “Between us, nothing will change. It doesn’t matter how you look or feel or act. I’ll love you forever, just like I do now.”

The emotions she’d worked so hard to submerge floated up again, threatened to consume her. “Let’s go,” she said quietly. “While I’ve still got the nerve.”

Hand in hand, they walked out of their bedroom and went downstairs, where the kids were supposed to be waiting for them.

The living room was empty.